Submissions by kourtnissixxx

you know they say my heart is black.
it twists, and turns, and burns in fact.
but how i got this way i shall not tell, 
the things i've done will always point its way to hell.
they call me goth, they call me freak.
its always a pleasure to hear them shriek.

alone and isolated i hear the crys,
for the burning of my lies.
they point, and laugh, and fill with hate, 
until my desire makes me faint.
incarcerated maggots burn and i shall never mourn.
tis why they call me a soulless wench, 
though they've been known to call...