I ripped off The Raven's rhyme scheme.
It's like plagiarism, but without legal implications.
It's not meant to sound goth.  Maybe Poe-ish.  Maybe it is goth.  I really don't want it to be.  There's no mention of slitting wrists or being (the most conforming ever) nonconformist, so I think I'm safe.

Even now the light is ending and I feel myself descending
To the bitterness unending, utter blackness at my core.
Desperately I light a candle, clinging to that radiant handle
But the metal left a brand I’ll never know the reason for.
Worry not, it’s mental war.

As I wend my way through traffic and my mind, while only half-sick,
Serves as no more than a barrack for my psychic, rambling drone.
I try to drown it out with singing but I can’t obscure the ringing
An obnoxious sort of pinging from a most pernicious phone
A single word, the word "alone."

And suddenly my mind’s spent and I barely feel my heart, wrent,
And just as quickly I will repent of the tears I’ve shed before.
At last I've put my thoughts down and I’ve made my way across town
Though I haven’t quiet dislodged the frown that ebbs against lips’ shores.
I have come back from the brink once more.