Come child of raven nights
drink your fill from my wrist
for all is dead
as you **** my life
in this, a new Gothic age

My opinion means nothing
for all is hollow to me
lies are transparent
in this hole of time
this a new Gothic age

I will clasp my hands
so you can drink some more
you my sweet harlot
my black clad *****
for this is a new Gothic age

Let the banshees sing in laments
as the wolves howl to the moon
for the age of dark is coming
my blood you **** will make you swoon
as this is the new Gothic age


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

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