Table of Contents

• Home
• Introduction
• Where Goths Come From - Neef
• The Watcher - Hobbes
• The Resurrection Shuffle - Barbarella
• Cassandra - Cosey Mo
• Drunken Old Bastard - Sandro
• Alcohol - Trayce
• Shadows - Entrippy
• Entropy - Kage-Ryu
• Is There A Point - Trajik
• Whispers - Kitsune
• Confessional - Sandro
• Garden - Entrippy
• Radio - Cam
• Cold Spell - Nikolai
• Slices - Neef
• A Bottle of Something Strong - Jraff
• The Light Fades - Tim
• Rain - Tim
• Self Help - Gothic Gallae
• Cato - Trajik
• Addiction/Fragment - Trayce
• Heal Thyself - Nikolai
• Shattered - Hobbes
• Travelling Song - Solitaire
• Distance - Stranger
• Legacy - Stranger

Tim is by turns a pro computer geek, poet, philosopher, role-player and cook. What he is mostly though, is a dabbler.

And yes I know this piece is a poem, but every good anthology needs at least one poem. - ed

Rain v4.0 (On A Warm Day)

You give me this look like
  your eyes have seen better days than these.

You sigh and roll to one side
  while we kneel to cathode gods in the next room.

"These things, they come to you in waves."
  I say as I stroke your hairline and feel obvious.

This ennui almost counts as a disease,
  your reluctance to admit this world is slowly overtaking you.

Outside the rain reflects off white walls
  and one cracked window with a noise
  like a cage being rattled or stroked.

Meanwhile, the subtropical heat turns the rain
  back to steam so it can be thrown down again.

As I look at the clock, I think to myself
  how slow the afternoons pass on days like this.

The silence extends longer than is comfortable,
  my mouth tumbles out some small minutiae,
  some small excuse to take my leave.

Your reply non-committal as the white noise
  static sound of the storm outside arrives not unlike cavalry.

Outside, I close the door behind me
  and I'm already soaked in this warm rain.

I raise my arms, the ionized air flowing through me
  sucking me up into the everything

Burning the perspective back into me
  and I feel that there is still some greater purpose.

Shown the passage of inexorable time
  and paths that all things cut through it

I rediscover my position in the greater scheme of things.