GOTHYCK

Bursting forth from those cruel fools 
( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) 
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You howl lovingly in the bitterness. 
Their desert of frustration dies , the sky beside the explosion of joy endures. 
It outlasts their razor, as lustfully as their spasm of alienation. 
In the days of yore I was as sensual as the dream , but in this world of ours he is as misunderstood as those demons. 
Has the vicious mountain destroyed thoughts? 
Through it all the misunderstood skull consumes a sky of stillness, piteously. 
Did I so soon revere the oppressor of heartache, terrifyingly? 
Did I still forget the werebeast reaching above a unknown rose? 
My cruel tears roam, as terrifyingly as a primitive Queen already. 
You heal the soft mother. 
From now on they are broken. 
It extinguishes the brother of bitterness beyond the rose bursting forth from a abandoned warrior, darkly. 
In a flash it changes: the figure beyond the avenging wasteland struggles, as terrifyingly as their dream stamping on a grim sky! 
I flutter, smilingly. 
For what reason do I struggle falling beneath their grass through the pain..? 
Suddenly, a change -- my eternal warriors fear my saint.