Gothic Amour

My crimson life of deep satin,
Rests its head on my tears of black.
Speaking Gothic truths untold.
Whispering secrets humans should never know.
A nightingale sings as stories unfold.
Black tidal waves of essences glow,
Forbidden acts of deceits uncertainty.
Glancing around for 'morrows marquis.
Floating overhead stagnant leftovers of love past,
Entrancing red with goth lovers cast.
Nothing held in midnights shade,
Nobel blood never conveyed.
Crimson dance betrothed in honesty's veil.
Death of the heart as inner beauty's grail.
Tears of dark ebony pour down my soul...
Enchanting my being with night's embrace.
Evils beckoning with a fall from grace.
Morbid images of lost endurance's suspense.
Wrapped up in arms of golden common sense.
Cross worn delicately on silver chain,
Swaying in dementias darkness to attain.
Dangling lightly on crimson skin.
Spoken desires from demises violin.
Shudders of a Gothic soul warped from evil men,
Take but one look at ebony's crimson again...
Push away the breath of love we tenderly depart,
Embers of humanity shredding our Gothic heart.
Dancing in nights simple pleasures evermore.
Showering down tides of my Gothic amour.


October 8, 2008