The goth-o-matic poetry generator

Around, all around, the dark memories gather. My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul. It mutilates me, and darkly my blood drips to the fallen despairing leaves. In a strange and terrible glee I cry out, Why?! while Death's shadow takes my hand. Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is because of you

Hatred Swells

the night falls as if slain by the sun, soulless are we.
the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
smothered by the abyss.
all hope must sicken and die.

your heart beats no more.
how could you abandon me?
demons surround us, crying,
we are fallen.

Bah, you don't need a generator! Brian proved this with his deathless lines for "And the Dead Will Rise" by Maybelline Messiah:

Liar, liar! Jesus on fire!
You crawl with me into a pit of desire!
I scar your flesh, you give me smack
We read Propaganda and hit the sack!

And the dead will rise and the blood will call!
A million faces from the screaming wall!
Bring disease, doom, despair
And DEATH!!!