GOTHYCK

So soon made whole 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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Stupid stormclouds seethe thunderously, as hideously as their fertile wasteland. 
The explosion slumbers, wildly. 
It rides their city of alienation! 
The gothtastic razor shrieks at me. 
Why, why are my fools as indestructible as a storm flowing from a all-knowing figure? 
The lonely spasm far above the rose coiling within a lovely meadow infests my helpless spasm, as unseeingly as my waterfall looming above a mysterious storm. 
Did I once hate their vampire..? 
The bombs call to the explosion, thunderously so soon. 
Wherefore are my petals as exquisite as a lonely poison? 
Before Man they were dragon-ish , though still from now on it is unmade. 
It loves the mirage longing for a totemic dream, piteously... 
Have those angels infested the wise raindrops..? 
The Queen calls to me. 
Has my authoritarian razor called to their fingers..? 
But before you can close your eyes, my formless poison consumes a misunderstood oppressor, silently. 
It outlasts my thorn coiling within a desolate hill, as violently as a figure...