A Poem of Gothic Ideology

Cassidy Corpse

I refuse to die until things are better. even if I have to crawl out of the pit they dump my body in, I will simply refuse to die.

I can't afford to leave this earth without making a dent in a few people's perception of it, whatever that is.

What do I think I'll achieve by making it this far?

By being so front facing to an audience. Condensing my being into a few favorable traits.

Cunning, Strong, Promiscuous, Radical.

I am before that, a Corpse. A feint beat of a heart you'll never quite be able to kill.

I am not the revolution. I'm a reminder of a revolutionary you think you've killed. Painful, and alive.