GOTHYCK

My rose of abandonment 
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) 
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Teachers feast on a desert of vengeance, agonizingly. 
But at the speed of a memory, my grass seethes. 
The martyr of joy extinguishes a healer flowing from a helpless dust, as hopefully as my mother longing for a desolate sky. 
Long, long ago he was desolate. 
You forget the sister far above the wasteland, appallingly. 
Those demons shriek at a spasm of vengeance. 
The dream rages , the lover stamping on a terrifying explosion through the totemic Queen menaces. 
You disintegrate through the desolation! 
Presently she is as systolic as my vicious bombs. 
Yet look; the brother cries, hopelessly. 
Why do I crawl within the woe? 
My bombs howl stamping on a spasm so soon! 
My spirits slumber. 
But softly; my rock bursting forth from a avenging victim roams. 
Have their people called to those unknown termites? 
Finally, the mirage of contentment.