Poetry for Prisoners

writing terrible goth poetry was my life's calling back in high school. I've got plenty more of this.

kanin

Creeping Creeping through the silk That covers my bloody corpse, Rooted in my soul; Twisting and flowing, They enstrangle my coffin, Embedding dark thorns in it; And out of my blood Sprout roses to beautify Sacred Damnation.

kanin

Dark Wings I am a butterfly, So fragile and weak, And unable to speak, Living off of nectar, Forever in search of more Of that sweet drug. I am the target of beasts, The prey of those in search Of small pretties to net. Many a cousin, All those similar souls, Have I later seen, Behind glass, But they won't break free, They can't. Someone has changed them, They aren't my people anymore. Why must you do this to those I love? We fall so quick, Why must you pervert Our beauty, Our only saving throw? I miss all those who were, Yet are not now. They aren't my people anymore, And I must blame you And your people. Murderers, Liars, Selfish, Arrogant. All of you, To each his own hell. And I shall bring such a hell To the likes of those Who have ruined myself, And my loves. I am untouched, My wings are darkened From within. Daemonic are they, And I am the one to flap them, To flutter by trailing Shadows and blood, I am a nightmare, Your nightmare. I shall disappear when dawn comes, And be missed not at all…

kanin

(can't really respond one word to this) I thought of a haiku, care to listeen? not that you have a choice, no one else listens to my poems so they made it part of my job to tell the prisoners for some reason. Darknes is spreading, the empty world it swallows, fades without witness

A great weight lifts only to fall again and again Each day the dull clang repeats I push against it in futility I really hate leg day.

oh that kind of punishment... i thought of the other kind not that i was looking forward to being punished by goth guard, but it seems more enjoyable than her poetry :P

Michael Hawk

Morning is gone Twilight is nigh As the dusk settles on my eyes The shadows loom long over my soul Once dim, dark forevermore Nightfall come Tenebrosity I bade To the home of Cimmerian shade May the murk of my mouth match the mist Eclipse every eye that enters ere, nor yon exist

Jay-Jak

Every star is a grave Every light, a dead soul No free will, we're just slaves There's no purpose, no goal

TeofiloHurtado

I don't know any sad poems but I remember a silly one from when I was a kid might as well share it. Ahem "Roses are red but grass is greener when I think of you I play with my wiener". As you can see I was quite the ladies man haha sorry I couldn't help.