Black

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 me a bitch.
 
because this world is filled with vanity,
i've learned the ways of humanity,  
it might just one day turn me to insanity.  
i hate this world and all of you,
for all the pain you've put me through.  
for all the lies i hope you die,
escape is something you cannot buy.
  
i do not care as you can tell
i watched behind as they all fell
a heart as cold as ice untamed,
i laugh at how your shamed
so sad for that i dont feel pained.  
alas a lie i cannot actually claim.