Another Gothic Poem
Well, as most of you know, I spend a lot of time flipping through blogs and bookmarking the ones that catch my eye. There are really only a few different kinds of blogs as far as I can tell. There are rant blogs, like ours. There are reveiw blogs, that review various products. There are tech blogs, that talk about things that I can't even hope to understand with my feeble brain. There are ad blogs, that are really just another way of spamming people. There are personal and foreign blogs, which are both about equally interesting for others to read. And finally there are goth blogs. I'm sure everyone seen at least one. They usually are done in all dark colors with a really cool yet kinda freaky like background picture. And are usually a collection of bad poems about misery, loneliness, pain, and death. It's not that I have anything against goths, I don't. Hell, I'd probably be a goth if I could afford to shop at Hot Topic. But alas, since I prefer to work in careers that have zero stability income wise, I am forced to save my resources for much more important things like sex toys and alcohol.
Winter is always a depressing time for me, as I am very much an outdoors person but becuase of my particular hatred for cold weather, I am forced to seek warmer temperatures, usually in the confines of my own house (80+ degrees year round). Well, since I'm so depressed or whatever, I figured I'd right my own gothic poem. So here it goes.
Pain. Pain. Pain.
I am so misunderstood.
So lonely in my pain that no one understands.
Noone can fathom my pain as it is so painful.
Misery.
Misery is what I have.
Misery.
My life is misery.
Lonely.
I am so lonely.
Noone is like me.
I am different.
Like all the other different people.
Different in our loneliness and misery.
Depressing.
This is so depressing.
If I write another line I'm going to kill myself.
Okay, well maybe not.
Maybe I'd just rather be miserable.
So that I can enjoy my pointless existence in misery.
Blah blah blah.
How can anyone actually write this shit.
It is so boring.
Boring and miserable.
Miserable and boring.
How can anyone actually read this shit.
I must be really bored.
I think I'll go masturbate now to a picture of Dracula.
Well, thats about it. It doesn't really rhyme. But if it rhymed that would make it less depressing and somehow imply a bit of bounciness that just can not be. Well, I'm gonna goto bed now. Well, just as soon as I look at some vampire porn.
Nothing like blood dripping all over her
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Ah, yes. The Goth Poets. "Hey everyone, look how sad, unique and misunderstood I am. Don't even try to understand me. You all hate me and call me freak but I don't care about you or about anything and it's all so sad. Watch me be sad:
.......................*sniffle*..................
dammit... i forgot about the "you all hate me part". fuck. i'll have to catch that next time i get feeling all misunderstood and lonely...
Very nice rant. It seems you have lived such a lonely and depressing life. How do you stand it? But remember to take the safety off it you do decide to shoot yourself in the head.
i dont own a gun. id have to use my bow. and im not sure i could physically pull it in that direction.
I could pull it for you!
But then people would think that someone helped me out. And that would just defy all the loneliness and pain I'm in.
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