Eventual Termination: A Poem about Doctor Gothic

A Poem about Doctor Gothic
"How do you live without purpose?" Doctor Gothic Contemplates. "What do you do with your life?" You spend your days, thinking of how to end them,

Doctor Gothic onstage, her blue eyes,
hidden under clumps of makeup, masks under, well formed eyebrows,
her hair is just another Mask.
Her hands hold a shot glass,
her eyes rest on the peaches above.

Onstage, Instead of a play, a single spotlight remains:
The practiced physican stands before you,
gifting her failure,
A hospital as the imaginary backdrop.
This horrific murderer,
calmly under the hot lights,
ready to explode.

Onstage Doctor Gothic says, "Everylife you touch, lives one less day because of you,"
They dont know it yet, but you will cause them to die.
This revelation brings you down.
Doctor Gothic, she says, "Knowing this will cause you to give up on dreams..."
What will you do?
what DID you do?

Hostpitals are gimicks,
they give false hope of survival,
but you were going to die anyway...

"What do you do for the rest of your life?" says Doctor Gothic
How will you make the world better, and does it even matter?



this poem was just written to reflect the poems at the beginning of each chapter of Haunted...