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May 2012 · 4.5k
a bear in a goths clothing
gothic mistress May 2012
leering lurking

before me

crazy jet black coal eyes


red crimson droplets

forming on foaming saliva

teeth as sharp

as a bear trap

baited and ready to pounce

copyright gothic mistress 2012
May 2012 · 3.6k
gothic mistress May 2012
ts no more than i deserve

this pit of the blackest despair

deep dark oubliette

no bottom no end

walls looming upward

covered in thick dark slime

no light from above

grabbing clawing sinewy fingers

dragging further downward

no strength nor grip

to endeavour the climb

i fall to the depths once more

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May 2012 · 3.4k
pandoras box
gothic mistress May 2012
the ghosts are tip toeing

through my memories

restless and at play

scattering a dusty pile

of half hidden thoughts

to one side

delving further


into twilight years

gone by

throwing caution to the wind

pandoras box is opened

copyright gothic mistress/razorbladekiss 2012
gothic mistress Nov 2010
my entrails seaping crimson blackness into my heart
Bitten by the rotting incisors you force into my flesh
My body seeking your gaping void
mere mortals describe as a mouth

Your dark hollow soul blackening Cutting my thin cold skin i let you in. Feeling our flesh merging in this torturing oneness,
Filling the cavities of endlessness.

i yearn to feel you feasting upon my clammy cold covering desiring for the essence of your inner being to take me whole devouring my crescent moon in undertones of a wild demonic frenzy

Extracting dark passion from your soul Staring into darkest nights of your mind's cavity.
Through your soul, a black gaping hole. Darklights seeping through my sanity.

searching for a searing flame
it matters not that my etheral love is a force from another plain
i can only believe in the feeling of you

Perpetual fear of being hurt long i went through.
This torturing love you wrung me through.

my cold dead heart lingers in a state of confusion
serving only to terrorize my mind
forever playing tricks on me
for a soul ive left behind
copyright gothic mistress and satan 2010
Nov 2010 · 2.1k
who the fuck are you
gothic mistress Nov 2010
who the **** are you
to become the judge and jury
on a lesbian relationship
on you i unleash my fury
who the **** are you
to tell me my place
did i ever ******* ask you
to sit upon my face
who the **** are you
to sit and criticise
on what gender i let enter
my silken open thighs
who the **** are you
a twisted lonely ******
who gives a **** or a toss
because im no *******
are you just jealous
cos im loved and youre not
you sit upon your golden throne
a stale **** full of rot
who the **** would *******
with an attitude sick as that
in my humble opinion
youre a nosy ******* ****
so now do one
you low life piece of ****
your dad is ****** in the sack
id rather **** ya mum
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Nov 2010 · 1.8k
gothic mistress Nov 2010
is not a wolf
in a sheeps clothing
but a goth
in a flame
torturing your being
to hear you screaming my name
ravishing your body
with weapons and heat
beating you shameless
till you collapse at my feet
pain isnt the issue
its more about trust
a safe word not needed
i fullfill your lust
pulling of hair
scratching at skin
biting you there
i get deep within
pleasures the name
pain is the vice
come play if you dare
to pay the price
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Nov 2010 · 1.6k
one day
gothic mistress Nov 2010
too late for regrets
no peace is found
a restless mind
youre not underground
no place to mourn
or to place my flowers
an empty soul
that has been devoured
no place to visit
no flesh to carress
im left with me a right fcking mess
one day perhaps
you will meet me there
when the time for death
isnt a distant stare
me and you
together again
no fighting this time
just serenity
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Nov 2010 · 4.7k
masterbation for the nation
gothic mistress Nov 2010
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
Oct 2010 · 2.7k
gothic mistress Oct 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 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 a storm of vengeance,i still love you.
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Sep 2010 · 1.8k
july 8th 2006
gothic mistress Sep 2010
harsh words
a danger.
the plod
and crowds.
not listening.
his head
and flashing.
then my life went black.
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Sep 2010 · 2.1k
the blackest gift
gothic mistress Sep 2010
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.
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Sep 2010 · 1.9k
diary of a mad man
gothic mistress Sep 2010
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.




all real in the mind,

not deadly illusions.
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Sep 2010 · 1.2k
eternity broken
gothic mistress Sep 2010
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.
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Sep 2010 · 1.9k
gothic mistress Sep 2010
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.
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Sep 2010 · 2.2k
gothic mistress Sep 2010
bats on a wing soaring high
chasing their pray
in a blood lust frenzy
ravaging emotions
in a moonlit sky.
wide awake in the dead of night
heart rhythmaticly beating
to distant drums
of flights of fantasy
just out of grasp
till the morning light.
not daring to look
deep inside me
an empty vessel
i scream your name
silence speaks
yet another day.
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Sep 2010 · 1.5k
gothic mistress Sep 2010
the tears are hot as they stream to the floor,

the eyes are blood red swollen and sore,

pools of dark water emptying at will,

the sparkle has gone time stands still,

a life of pain nearly almost gone,

safe in the warmth and love of your arms

pain floods back,bitter and raw,

longing for the arms so sweet and secure,

our vows made in love we swore not to part,

wed fight life together strong in our heart,

now you are gone and i am alone,

aching in heart and chilled to the bone,

so many questions my head is spinning,

a question for you HOW CAN I STAND LIVING.
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Sep 2010 · 1.6k
between love and hate
gothic mistress Sep 2010
a drunken **** head knocking my door

a glimpse through my window my eyes saw more

a bald headed hunk covered in ink

heart beating so fast i couldnt think.

a drunken **** head coming inside

that wolvo accent helping me to decide

a kiss to my lips sealing my fate

an overnight stay by now it was too late.

two weeks of pure bliss passed so fast

gossiping folk saying we wouldnt last

soon there will be violence i heard them say

hiding their heads and shuffling away.

so what if hes commited violence before

hes with me now and i mean more

hes always assured me that hed never hurt me

his past is his past and that they will soon see.

friends in for drinks and that was the first time

me pulling faces getting ****** on red wine

but the ******* he saw me a reflection in glass

a punch to my nose i fell on my ****.

apologies kisses sorries never ending

me knowing it wont happen again or pretending

waking in the mornings treading on eggshells

me with experiance i should have known so well.

but do we learn women like us

hearing their words and giving our trust

thinking things will get better in time

when do we stop and draw a line.

broken cheek bones two black eyes

split open lips ****** thighs

bruises covering the surface skin

enternal bruising hiding within.

pregnant with your gorgeous son

look at what ive now become

trapped indoors head hangs in shame

its not my fault its you whos to blame.

all i done wrong was to show you love

you the man needed boxing gloves

to keep me tame and where you wanted me

under control to prove your credibility.
copyright gothic mistress 2010

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