Thirst

I thirst for your love for my life is like a graveyard of dark lonely and ashes of depression. for nothing is the same as the dark tales we hear as lovers for everything is sweeter than the blood who for it. though I still crave the dark with the clothes I wear and the music I hear but my heart shows its true colors with this Goth Angel by me she still loves me though people see a lost soul but I has found a rest haven in her arms. For this dragon can finally burn the sadness I have inside for she can count on me to dry her tears and destroy the loneliness and pain she.