no slavering kisses

like a dog on heat

no schoolboy fumble

wanting you to beat his meat.

no ***** in the dark

or a letch to grab your ****

no rancid breath,nor sweaty skin

to grasp you in his mits.

just you and your fingers

and your own ***** vices

pure ecstacy of loving yourself

with your battery op devices.

it is all in the touch

the rhythm of your wrist

the way your body squirms

giving a wriggle to your hips.

a gasp n moan

******* brings you pleasure

frustrated tensions fade away

as you fiddle at your leisure.

reaching your crescendo

a throb a pant a sigh

eyes slightly misted

youre at your dizzying high.

copyright gothicmistress 2010

This is because of you



the night falls as if slain by the sun, entwined are we.the salvation for which you sacrifice yourself flares once, then dies,devoured by a velvet ebon nothingness.all hope must surely perish.







your soul thrives no more.how could you tear us asunder?shadows surround us, crying,save us from ourselves.



Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my naked soul.It severs me, and darkly my essence drips to the wicked earth that is my prison.In my madness I call your name while my doom takes my hand.Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon bleeding eyes.




what have you ruined?a dark black shadowy cloud of betrayal as affections seep.once we savored paradise,untainted and wide-eyed,but your desire soured.a vengeful pool of bitterness -memories follow pain, follow hate,love bled dry.in a storm of vengeance,i still love you.

smiling
listening
talking
kissing.
screaming
anger
harsh words
a danger.
fights
rows
the plod
and crowds.
upstairs
bathing
voices
calling.
shouting
pleading
me
not listening.
downstairs
robed
beneath
unclothed.
voices
loud
echoing
yells.
running
tripping
almost
slipping.
crying
wailing
screeching
swaying.
blood
mark
mark
blood.
falling
crashing
his head
smashing.
ambulance
sirens
blue
and flashing.
then my life went black.

It is a night of dark desire,
a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The immortal one rises.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
a brooding wrath.
Her raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders,
and her full deeply crimson lips part slightly,
to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of shared vitality,I hunger.

like nausea comes in waves,



melancholy,misery enters,



it robs and depraves,



the mind,the soul,



destroying your being,



its ultimate goal.



dark demons writhe and chase,

hair pulling,self harming,



scratching at your face,



darkest deepest black,



dragging you back,



to a time you wish was alien.



ebony looms,



at the light within,



snuffing life out,



he shadows you,



the reaper,



with his deathly grin.



madness,delusions,



insanity,instability,



pandemoni­um,lunacy,



all real in the mind,



not deadly illusions.

a pale moon rising
stars glistening
in pools of ebony light
yet in me
there lies an unease
a phoenix waiting to take flght.
a soul that cannot be captured
a heart surrounded by thorns
a wall built so high for protection
an emptiness that forever mourns.
come to my web if you dare
said the goth to the fly
i will rip out your heart
and mess with your head
and when i am done
feasting upon your flesh
you will no longer wish to survive.
for i am the thoughts
that torment your brain
fill your body with lust
chaining your heart
however insane
to another
made from dust.
i am the one
breaking the rules
of thoughts that never should be spoken
i am the one
whos twisted and bad
damaged goods that remain
eternity broken.

The goth doesnt know what she wants anymore

her head deep in thought as she falls to the floor

spinning in circles her torment is clear

the blackness is back and wont dissappear

time is a healer or so they all say

but here in her head the ghosts are at play

tearing her insides and shredding her soul

breaking her being death becoming her goal

will she be missed probably not

no grave with a headstone just left there to rot

neither alive nor permantly dead shes left to wander

the path in her head.