Woman Of Goth Poem by James McLain

Woman of Goth,
J' saw one and felt it's hand
in my hair as it cut them.
I live in any imagination if but it could j' felt.
And in the black yes it was.
Deeply and sweetly this Gothy.
However in it semi with later.
Front licence on the wall.
Emily, yes Emily.
Beaters fading colors needing.
Her twin worlds
seemed proportioned with equipment
she needs with them.
It singing this was so much completely.
J' knew things
with which s' its house to escape is
attacked from above and below too.
It was sunk,
however never in so much qu' darkness as me.
L' darkness n' is not '; Evil'; for some,
just a manner of finding a house in a manner.
With joy.
All have this need.