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Courtesy of Pandaemonium, now you don't need to sob silently in your bedroom, gazing up at your Kurt Cobain poster and wailing at the sheer suicidal loneliness of being so goddam special and misunderstood in this harsh, callous world (your realisation dawning, oddly, with the exact moment you enter puberty).

You have no further need to think up powerfully haunting glimpses into the barren wasteland that is your soul. You don't have to wear a beret, smoke cheroots and wish you had teats so you could change your name to "Sylvia Plath" and hurl yourself around the moors in the rain at the sheer unfairness of not being recognised as a beautiful and precious individual in the cogs of the machine. Maaaan

Nope, now you generate your very own tortured "Nobody gets me wah wah wah life is hard sob sob" missive whilst self-harming and listening to The Smiths/Evanescence/TrendyGothLifeSuck, wearing your cool black apathy t-shirt and moping about like your the only person ever to have to experience hormonal confusion!!!!!

Here's mine:

the night falls as if slain by the sun, soulless are we.
the understanding for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
smothered by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must not endure.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you cause such hurt?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.


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Pulled Apart


the night falls with a silent sigh, lost are we.
the light for which you pray
flares once, then dies,
taken by guilt.
all hope must fail.

your heart beats no more.
how could you abandon me?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we have lost our light.

Heh, its quite an amusing feature.

Devoid of Love

the night falls with a silent sigh, entwined are we.
the emotion for which you pray
flares once, then dies,
devoured by the all-encompassing dark.
all hope must surely perish.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.

That's deep man. Let's cry and swap pictures of Keats and Byron.

Alone in Darkness


the night falls without a sound, lost are we.
the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
swept away by the abyss.
all hope must fail.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you leave me?
our dark thoughts surround us, crying,
we are fallen.

Courtesy of Pandaemonium, now you don't need to sob silently in your bedroom, gazing up at your Kurt Cobain poster and wailing at the sheer suicidal loneliness of being so goddam special and misunderstood in this harsh, callous world (your realisation dawning, oddly, with the exact moment you enter puberty).

You have no further need to think up powerfully haunting glimpses into the barren wasteland that is your soul. You don't have to wear a beret, smoke cheroots and wish you had teats so you could change your name to "Sylvia Plath" and hurl yourself around the moors in the rain at the sheer unfairness of not being recognised as a beautiful and precious individual in the cogs of the machine. Maaaan

Nope, now you generate your very own tortured "Nobody gets me wah wah wah life is hard sob sob" missive whilst self-harming and listening to The Smiths/Evanescence/TrendyGothLifeSuck, wearing your cool black apathy t-shirt and moping about like your the only person ever to have to experience hormonal confusion!!!!!

Here's mine:

the night falls as if slain by the sun, soulless are we.
the understanding for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
smothered by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must not endure.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you cause such hurt?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.


Have fun with your own [URL]http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/poem2.html[/URL]