My Town

My Town

A Poem by SaraVelitol

Goths and gothic rejects
Come and gather around,
I will tell you of a place
Where you'll be safe and sound.

 

This place is dark and mysterious
Day turned to night,
So come and I'll promise you
This place will hide you from sight.

 

Its darkness is your soul
Light and brightness forever dead,
No country no rap no nothing
Just music filled with hatred.

 

There is misery and sorrow
There is pain and pleasure,
There's even murder and mayhem
A place you shall forever treasure.

 

Graveyards and cemeteries instead of parks
Blood red water instead of clear blue lakes,
Skeleton-like trees and weeping willows
Everywhere filled with poisonous snakes.

 

Ravens and crows instead of light colored birds
Black animals instead of light animals,
Spiders instead of butterflies
Hot Topic instead of bright and noisy malls.

 

Haunted mansions instead of society-approved homes
Red velvet coffins instead of fluffy white beds,
Howling winds instead of a calm cool breeze
Every room filled with hanging shruken heads.

 

And this part you'll love
Love this indeed,
Any alcohol is allowed every and anywhere
Especially if you've got a large bag of weed.

 

I will tell you who's not allowed
Who will die where they stand,
Because this place is for the dead
And will recieve the wrath of Deaths' hand.

 

No cheerleaders for starters
Especially ones with pom poms,
Because the w****s deserve to have
Their fake breasts turned into bombs.

 

No jocks for sure
Especially those who have tormented us,
Because the steroid-abusing a******s deserve
To be slaughtered by Freddy Kruegar on a bus.

 

No preps because every b***h
Is a skanky s**t,
Each and every one of them deserves
To be stabbed in their hearts and their mouths sewn shut.

 

With geeks and nerds I'm not quite sure
Because some of them are pretty cool,
If they're half gothic I suppose they're allowed
As long as they leave their geeky and nerdy selves at school.

 

They'll never come to this place
I can guarentee you that,
And if they do they'd better hope
That they can swallow a nail-covered bat.

 

So please come and join me
You'll love it hands down,
And if you do I'll welcome you
Welcome to my town.

© 2012 SaraVelitol


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SaraVelitol
SaraVelitol

Rhinelander, WI



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