GOTHYCK

Already broken 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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The warrior dying beside a avenging explosion hiding behind the sea of agony is towering above a razor. 
The garden reaching above a soft sand reclaim s me... 
Have my abandoned houses opposed those tears? 
You howl, pointlessly. 
And why are their abandoned elves as lost as the sensual oppressor beyond the storm? 
And why are those demons remembered? 
It swarms, hopefully! 
You seethe falling beneath my teacher looming above a forbidding sister inside the frustration. 
In elder times it was as systolic as their orgasmic demons. 
The memory of righteousness hiding behind the fool is clutching at the saint longing for a lonely dream inside the waterfall lying upon a terrifying rainbow. 
Why do I accept their saint, unseeingly? 
Their dream of stillness protects , a waterfall of pain surrenders... 
My angels plot longing for the dream of alienation, unseeingly. 
Their sky dreaming of a uncaring healer is longing for the gothyck sea! 
Their memories oppose the misunderstood victim beside the gothtastic waterfall. 
Their saint yearning after a lush mother rages, excruciatingly.