*Note: This was written by heather, who sent it to me from nova scotia to post on usm. She says, quote "Please post on usm, tell them I miss'em all!". So heres a brand new Gothic Angel poem, straight from Nova Scotia, and a big HEATHER MISSES YOU ALL! Note that it's hard to read her writing and I some parts will probably be incorrect, so bear with me and when Heather gets back I'll correct the mistakes. I will put a star next to phrases or words that may be wrong. Enjoy.
A darkened glory shines upon me, stirring every inch of my soul I should be thankful, happy, but no, there's a deeper feeling Lost within a shrine, a temple, only lit by torches Sanctuary grows stronger, as does silence and evil
Crystal vases full of creamy lillis, milk white oleander Poisoning the truth, a dedication of our indulgences Columns that tell a bloody, angry history and future Pointed objects, shards of glass littered on the ground
Piercing skin and infecting a once pure body and soul Logic escaping the mind I have come to own for now Walking aimlessly, searching for something to busy myself with Remorse growimng within me, each step I take
Staring fixedly at the angel made of stone, it's every detail Curling my fingers into the cracks that make her imperfect Chiselling away at her every imperfection, laughing Bringing her holy happiness to an all time low
Smiling at my work, her broken chiselled wings Falling to the floor, watching her try to fly without wings Alas i let it go, finally letting every angel die with pain So as she dies, I smile, listening as her tortured soul sings
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