I post poetry (from actual poets, not my own) all the time, and I am seriously tempted to post some more and dare you not to love it.

Seriously, check out Lament by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Tell me you can't feel the grief.

And if you've never heard of Georg Trakl, you don't know what you're missing. He was a medic in World War I, and the carnage that he saw scared his consciousness so deeply that poetry was his only catharsis. De Profundis is gothier than any Joy Division song covered by The Smiths and remixed by The Cure.