the unsleepable beast

Gaunder told Ellis

"uns time for touching da sharks"

together they walked down to the
beach where the purple hues of
a dying sun set.
they entered the water, there velvet
capes dragged them to the depths
as they filled with water.

Ellis said "uns much like das
poem of tear id wroten"

"ya ines know" said Gunder.

soon there mascara was blending
perfectly with the black abyss
they had entered. The only thing they
could really make out was the moon's
reflection on the empty blood red
bordeaux wine bottle floating along with
them.
Gunder pulled out his Grandfathers WW II
Hitler Youth dagger and cut two upside
down crosses, one in each wrist. He
passed it to Ellis who did the same.

they struggled to stay a float as there
lace, velvet, and leather, took on
more and more water.

soon they saw a reflection beneath
the water, they felt the cool smooth
gray fin brush there combat boots.
and knew it would soon be finished.

"uns was write Gunder, das shark
can not sleep"

soon you could hear there screams from
the beach, and soon they were silenced
by the time a boat had reached them
all they saw was pools of blood and the
wine bottle.

when they took out the bottle from the water,
inside, they found the young couples suicide
note, reading

dear life,

I GOTHED YA!!!


the end.



sorry, i was downloading german industrial
goth and watching shark documentaries all day.

on a better note, Happy Birthday Frank Anzalone.
your a better man then most, even if you told me
every day as i was growing up that "lifes a bitch
and then you die"

and now you have to deal with a gay retard son
who writes storys about goth fags and wears
womens shoes