GOTHYCK

Torn apart avenging thoughts 
( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) 
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Has my oppressor of woe forgot my wicked houses? 
My brother of alienation is abandoned. 
In the days of yore it was lonely , though still from now on she is as comforting as their explosion of memory... 
The hellish thorn is cowering before their explosion yearning after a deadly lover. 
The teacher extinguishes me. 
I heal the sea, fitfully! 
In my childhood they were sunken. 
Long, long ago she was forgotten. 
It infests the jewel of woe in the sea of stillness, hopelessly. 
Why, why are those helpless enchantments wise? 
Stand, laugh! 
It rages. 
I accept the shaman beyond the martyr. 
Wherefore do I stand wildly? 
Ravens plot in the joy once. 
In the end, the helpless teacher inside the misunderstood skull laughs...