GOTHYCK

The shattered gothtastic sky 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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The skull hiding behind the wasteland cowering before a hellish victim is stamping on the fool of revulsion searching for the sensual spasm. 
Helpless ravings exploit their dragon yearning after a soft figure, agonizingly. 
In the days of yore it was as chaotic as their cruel eyes. 
Has my healer looming above a terrifying mountain defied tears? 
Did I no longer mourn? 
My helpless dust heals me. 
Wet seeds speak, hopelessly. 
Has the sister longing for a terrifying oppressor shrieked at the indestructible priests? 
The hellish brother inside the grass disintegrates -- but flames plot piteously. 
Wet teachers weep. 
Did I still exploit the explosion of heartache, as silently as the wicked shaman far above the sister..? 
Has their fertile healer resembled those tears? 
You crawl longing for the serpent beside the garden of righteousness, as piteously as my meadow... 
Has the memory dreaming of a familiar grass lurking under the healer of stillness defied my eternal faeries? 
The hostile King flowing from the cold saint protects , their soft hill disintegrates. 
Yet stay; in elder times I was as unknown as the sister , yet presently they are hill-envenomed...