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Goth Lord

I'm your little goth whore
will you have me my Lord
or banish me to the shadows?
where fingers claw
the darkness bites
with vicious intent
I need a morphine drip
to stop the pain
I'm losing my mind
I'm going insane
dearest Dark Lord
you know the landscapes of hell
will you make me your Queen?
or am I forever cast
in the role of concubine?
as I bleed out my desire for you
I hold wilted black lilies
symbols of my soiled soul
a wreath I hang on my tomb
it awaits me
I walk in the shadows
a lowly wraith
demons feed from me
do you know  
the macabre spectacle I am?
neither dark nor light
free me from my binds
show me the way
with you blackened tongue
whisper lies
that will awaken me
remind me who I am
I've known you since time began
this is your game
let us play it again
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