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Gothic Fade

Tiny droplets

Of tears and rain

Blood-red, crimson

- Hurt and pain.



Lovely linens,

Stained with harm

Cover twisted legs

And cut up arms.



Dusty cobwebs

And blood splattered brick

Form mental snapshots

That scare you sick.



Shears of silver

Molded scars from flesh

Satin Caskets

Become gothic mesh



The horror - So gruesome

Undoubtedly warps

The musky scent

Of a rotting corpse

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A lot of night terrors have been heading my way and let's just say that these images in your head while you're asleep aren't the best.

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last updated 12 October 2010 - 6:27am
©28 October 2003 - 4:17am — winny
22 September 2004 - 12:33pm — Clayton Derby (not verified)
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I like this poem, it's good. Keep on writting.
I know Night Terror sucks, and also insomnia, i also have a lot of poetry about this subject.

+I know I can stop the pain, if i will it all away+ Evanescence