My Goth View Poem by Jasmine Appelhaus

My rose, born black
pools blood, dark red

Heart's sight, tainted death
Black hole, ruins life

Each petal, wilted, takes life
each bloom, under night's fill moon
brings a new dark soul to life

My heart causes your death
my mark, a rose flodded by your blood
each petal wilted, takes a part of your soul
when new roses bloom
means more people come to their doom

i eat your heart
i drink your blood

Your soul is the fuel to my fire
your emotions, those dark and bitter
are my weapons

i bathe in your misery
i take joy in watching you suffer.