I'm lost and confused,
Dazed and bruised...
I look at you and you smile back
And a chill runs down my spine...
Sobbing
Gently at night...
Repeating echoes of bad news haunts weak ears,
Strangled emotions appearing through the distance...
Being Goth is not an illness,
That you think can just be fixed...
Dear lover
something you should have known...
Torture in these four walls,
Stains of blood coat the floor...
Broken Dreams,
Silent Tears...
Tears of Sorrow, of Joy and Happiness,
Never thought it would end like this...
The scars that I have
Remind me of my past...
Sell My Soul {Ottava Rima}
For one bucket of change I would sell my soul...
I wonder now if love is enough
to combat the things that try...