Goth Poem by sandra geisell

Goth



i sit waiting for the day
when i might die.it's dark
in hear my breathis the only
sound apearent to the ear
.my music is playing in my ear
as i read with a darkened snear
. my eyes red as fire my hear
black as night as i hide with
all my might no smile will ever
apear upone my face i hate everything
i wish to discrase

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