gothic is my santuary.

all existence is the misery.
of the life i've lived and died.
no harmony for the bitter trith.
or the scarlet tears i've cried.

a night of tragic proportions.
and a day of silent pain.
the dreams of past mistakes.
are drowned in tenderrain.

do not doubt myself for fear.
and hear the tender melody.
herfingers pay the ghostly tune.
the sight so preternaturally.

don't speak for fear the dream shall fade.
rescue me from despair.
the blood be poured and cleansed away.
new beginnings on the air.