As I lay her on the earth
dirt through hands, hands through dirt
tears have drowned her eyes.
I mourn her death, and feel her cold
but sweet lips one last time.
Her purity, innocence a part of my heart
will stay forever a marked memory
for me to hold.
As death to my life,
so lifeless she is in death
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
PoetryThese 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...
