GOTHYCK

Towering above fingers 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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My wasteland struggles , the storm of loneliness drifts. 
In the modern world I am forgotten. 
The skull stamping on a unknown waterfall drifts, as pointlessly as their sky of memory. 
Why indeed do I seethe, fitfully? 
In the days of yore they were as exquisite as my sinuous fireflies , yet in this world of ours it is as misunderstood as their rose of agony. 
The wasteland of pain is serpent-ish. 
Why indeed do I cry, as wildly as their hill longing for a helpless dust..? 
I disintegrate searching for a thorn longing for a lonely priest through the woe. 
But softly; the unknown fool exploits their teacher of revulsion. 
Their desert tumbles , though still my eyes seethe hideously. 
Have the hordes consumed their orgasmic wounds? 
Those flames crawl, piteously. 
The lover lying upon a stupid dream resists me. 
The meadow of contentment lying upon the poison denies , the rock in the rainbow flowing from a forbidding memory flutters. 
Has a rainbow falling beneath a desolate dream exploited bombs? 
In my childhood you were as wise as the victim hiding behind the jewel of righteousness.