Goth poetry, in relation to Raisins.
Torpid darkness engulfs my blackened soul
Raisin-like my despair squirms and gutters in the cold
Night
Slicing it’s purple wrinkled skin
Sunripe
Sunripe
Sunripe
Once I was a grape.
MY PAIN SQUISHES WITH A MILLION BLADES.
X
The frozen fire of rain falls, raisin-like upon my dark veil of sadness
Wrinkling my dark dark soul, a raisin in putrefied desert heat
Playing Motown songs at Christmas
But
Only
The
Sad
Ones.
I heard it through the (g)rapevine.
Raisin-like my despair squirms and gutters in the cold
Night
Slicing it’s purple wrinkled skin
Sunripe
Sunripe
Sunripe
Once I was a grape.
MY PAIN SQUISHES WITH A MILLION BLADES.
X
The frozen fire of rain falls, raisin-like upon my dark veil of sadness
Wrinkling my dark dark soul, a raisin in putrefied desert heat
Playing Motown songs at Christmas
But
Only
The
Sad
Ones.
I heard it through the (g)rapevine.
posted by bazooka radio at 2:57 PM
2 Comments:
Pretty good. Needs more mentions
of the word raisin.
That's pretty hilarious. Made me cry.
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