gothic

 
grievous dark becomes my soul
so tight with feeling
quietly I dream it's light outside
trembling in the cold

a memory out of place
tiny pride seems so loud to be so small
effective neediness comes undone

deathly affections when I'm standing still
a remarkable want sees me moving forward
through self-hate and a rebellious mind

dictating I suffer for my future to be understood
inflicted flesh I am not beautiful
I'm found awkwardly appealing

drawn to fondling the dark I conceal
gawking lewdly at what I've become
a child of want and desire

keeping my secrets deep within
turning them into art helps my anxious heart
making them pretty before I release them

little groupies of faith that insist they have purpose
luring the watchers in
with macabre fetishes only the darkness knows

gothic souls neither here no there
they enter this world to cause mischief
they travel the here no there

delinquent kids looking to make a name for themselves
money and power is the influence
I can't be bribed into silence

watching on as the world gets more turbulent
it doesn't matter to them this isn't the first world they've seen burn
gruelling noise my mind hurts from all the intrusion

so I greet my siblings and say I'll be home soon
but truth is in the brutal dawn
I would rather go down with the ship should the earth burn