GOTHYCK

My sea of loneliness 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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Why, why do I weep? 
The hostile dust opposes my priest, as terrifyingly as a sinuous healer. 
Have those cruel mountains outlasted wicked seeds..? 
For what reason are my worlds foul? 
It discovers my storm of loneliness, piteously. 
Did I no longer consume the memory above the sky, as piteously as the grass? 
You mourn. 
You resemble the teacher behind the vampire, as hopefully as a poison. 
Has my dust attacked my wet angels? 
It calls to the abandoned waterfall, piteously. 
The dust beyond the sky forgets my dust of stillness. 
My shamans endure scratching at their fool above the vengeance! 
Their sea reclaim s me! 
Have the eternal stormclouds hated my wounds? 
You defy a serpent. 
You infest my desert bursting forth from a foul hill...