I am infected with your venom;
please cut me open to release the poison,
and alleviate this pain inside.
I've been bitten into silence,
a state of eruption.
I am growing cold,
I cannot see,
my mind is a nebulous cloud,
floating above,
I am no more.
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
PoezieThese are poems that I originally wrote several years ago as a teenager. It reflects a love of all things dark. I have edited & revised them for publication. This is 26 poems from a larger collection (72 poems) I've published to share with anyone th...