Goth Poem by James McLain

Let feel lt' to me;
darkness by your eyes!
Grant to me the night to know the sky,
without clouds It draws you developing in spirals
to the bottom with the worlds of depth I want that
your despair is my desire by lord It S'
incite to lock; your blood like it is reversed downwards.
I' beseech to hear your voice and its cry boring of veneer.
You'; the Goth ' brought back to the pleasure of this J' spot;
have l' intention d' to widen it/it';
just' with this my' it/you can'; T and is to him.
I must feel your cold arm, once and only.
And your sternness forcing me with my/knee; s;
apart mine requesting from you; to be,
all which you are and completely.
Black and purple aside, Your denial forces it deeper
my tears to charge outside, yellow of sun becomes.
You became my entirety; tree of the life
And your rejection;
selects with my hope like a pocket all the empty days.
If one does not allow me to see your world,
then pluck my eyes 'Sexy Chick' outside 'outside
my brains before you fill it of honey.
Inject my veins with the center with it untill;
so that your fixed glance cannot fill them of the ice
Utilize your/my sword to perforate the sky
with a rapid redundancy over and over;
ready medium being held in the point; handled.
Leave me to die here in blood reversed,
Permeates my sadness to filter outside in lt' red flood
Your constant rejection does not give me any reason ed' to test Without your affection…
you don'; to cut T to die, unless you want and wanting it/it only
grows wider and wider untill.
Goth 'you have come to your sciences.