No one understands my pain
I stand alone out in the rain
My soul is bobbing in the waters
Of Princess Miasma and her dark daughters.
-Awful poetry journal
See the candle, thin and black,
How like my soul, it's thin and black.
In the darkness we shall meet,
Miasma raining at my feet.
-Thin black candle
In the dark and torpid miasma
White as bone and red as plasma
Black as the rain that soaks my soul
Consumer lust fills the gaping hole.
-Warm Subject
Hearts red as blood,
Black rain in my soul,
Dispell my miasma,
And come make me whole.
-Goth Giant Valentine poem
