OMG – it’s the goth-o-matic poetry generator!
Sadly it doesn’t come with HTML :::pout::: but here’s my special piece of angst 🙂
Around, all around, the furies gather.
My dread grows as doom’s scythe falls against my naked soul.
It smites me, and darkly my
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In a strange and terrible glee I dance
while oblivion surrounds me.
Now alone, my supplication falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is your love
So – go forth and make bad art!