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.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
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.
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