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Gothic

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Approach my temple

Naked a foot... you place your nimble toes on black marble.

White veins that scatter all over, like a virus...

How your white dress is dragged up the endless staircase...

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Into the savage garden of love

How we cross paths each time i walk out this door.

We avoid each other.... like shadows we remain hidden.. but always there...

 

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The bathing of Eleanor Nightrose

When moon and horizon entwine...

She drops the vestments uncovering a carnal sculpture of art...

With each passing summer as youth drips from every orifice of her body...

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Warming My Soul

If I could make my soul feel warm, I would

I've spent 17 years cold and alone, as i should

Bu even cold souled the way I am

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Carbon copy soul

Sign you name,
The deal is done, your soul is mine,
Here we are now,
You are mine, Lets see you squirm.
But after all you are mine.

Tear-drops, to late dear,
To far now,

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My Lady Amaranth

My Lady Amaranth
By: Adam M. Snow

My Lady Amaranth who hides thy face so dear;
such beauty shrouds such mystery-
be it only by fear, fear of thy morning glory.

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My Lady Who Cries the Night Away

My Lady Who Cries the Night Away
By: Adam M. Snow

My lady who cries the night away
dost thou not know another way?
Be ye still afraid of thy dream
'Tis varied by the Dream.

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As the Crows Gathered

As the Crows Gathered
By: Adam M. Snow

Surrounded by bodies of murder
the flocking and squawk arose.
Score of many rows on girder
feast of death drew the crows.
One to carry souls of many;

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Masquerade

Masquerade
By: Adam M. Snow

Hiding our faces, we choose who we are;
living the lies, stricken so far.
We know not of what is to come-
a lowly burn from a shallow numb.

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Reflection

Reflection
By: Adam M. Snow

From the vanity table, a mirror I held
glace upon extremely compelled.
A face has shown, was I yet not I,
it curses myself to die.

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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
By: Adam M. Snow

My heart does not ache
With every love I take.
Your voice over-shadows
My lame. I repose,
Despite your treachery
Of our love contrary;

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My Apathy

winds that chill the bone
only emphasize my alone
giving form to an emptiness
for which mercy cannot atone

my ego taunts the pain
while my spirit takes it in
feels like i've lost it all
just waiting for a win

can i begin again
clean slate start from scratch
no more empathy in me
only Myopathy-my apathy lasts

too cold to care
but too stubborn to die

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Pain

Pain
By: Adam M. Snow

Tormented lies,
and pain filled eyes,
hatred scorned,
and all who mourned,
suffers with an empty abyss,
with no hope nor bliss.

So let the dead walk,
let dreams be broken,
there's no hope for the lost,
all voice's unspoken.

There's no rest for the weary,
no rest for the wicked,
all is caged,
all is dreary.

The scars dripping blood,


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