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Dark Gothic Poetry: The poison of the night.

The night is getting at my head
No light and I`m becoming mad
No objects only a wall in black
It is around me!!! I`m in the sack!!!
I really dont like thing like that!!!
I try to make a hole like a rat.
But I have a night visions lack
So useless process is my rack
And I`ve no idea or guide
How can with this invasion fight?
Oh, I`m sure, I`m right!!!
It is the poison of the night!!!

(c) Cothurnatus (Vasyl Puzanov), 2006



Dark Gothic Poetry Broken poets confession

My teachers were Baudelaire and Poe
That's why I never ask for more
I love sweet dirt of our life
Where I swim, in which I dive
I never want to join the stars
They're trampled down on boulevards

(c) Cothurnatus (Vasyl Puzanov), 2006



Dark Gothic Poetry:

Above all was the sense of hearing acute. 
I heard all things in the heaven
and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. 
How, then, am I mad?
Edgar Poe

I`m hearing all acute
And that`s why I can`t be mute
Something strange into my head
People! Swear! I`m not mad!
Awful noise is everywhere
It is here, it is there
I can`t hear song of flute
Drum is sounding so rude
All is mixed in Sam hill`s blend
Mess in life is the main trend
Order is so good and rare
So I write some verse I`ll dare

(c) Cothurnatus (Vasyl Puzanov), 2006



Dark Gothic Poetry: I'm tired

I'm tired
No more force to live
Inspired
But I don't believe

I'm wired
But no work to give
I'm mired
And no love or peeve

I was dropped to pot
I was weed's grain
Which was sown by God
In vain

Alike I exist a lot
Closed circle, damned chain
Rest! On earth I haven't got!
And that's why I growl again

(c) Cothurnatus (Vasyl Puzanov), 2006




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