My love,
Far into the distance
I can feel your vestigial fingertips
Reach through the depths of death
To cling like ice cold rime around my beating heart.

I cannot follow,
Though your wailing whispers
Cause mortiferous winds to kiss upon my ear.
I howl like a feral wolf to a full moon’s bane
And the sky replies in lachrymose showers
Where the streets reflect melancholy
In monochromatic bleak black
I yearn for you.

I’ve wrestled with life,
It’s internal crenellated wars
Running to clamber over the ramparts
To find your sepulchral chamber.

My love, may I -
Lay my weary head upon your putrescent chest
And finally, find my final rest
As in life, I am but moribund,
Lost within my lugubrious gaze
Into ethereal labyrinths chasing your frame.

The day you said goodbye
It was an imprecation,
Damning me to walk half alive,
Preternatural lusting for death
Like Victorian goths -
I am lost without your jubilance,
And too scared of the morrow
If I dare turn the page.

Let me join you dear,
I wish not another moment
Among those who knew not
The grip of truest love,
Lay shattered like obsidian shards
Pieces of my broken heart
I can bear no more of it!

Behest the tomb of thought
Gravid in the wound of feeling
Where my eyes deceive their sights
Upon the granite granted gradual sadness
Wetting the ground in which we last said goodbye.

Operatic drama beguiling a whisper
Into the dead of an autumn’s eve
Last secrets carried upon eaves of leaves on a zephyr
Off to the shoreline and into the lake
Lost to me, forever.

Desire plagued the veins
Like a violent overture,
As I dance with madness still
Like a ballroom waltz
And your image my candelabra
Light my way in flicking spurts
Strobing depths into my heart,
I seek you now as the days grow longer still
To kiss my fluttered heart amiss
A chrysalis to this in the midst I writhe and hiss
To be reborn as this, a serpentine gift
To coil and wrap around as a shroud.

Oh, these tears they fold
My once stalwart soul,
Now in an ode, to a love so tormented
In ethereal roads,
We fork like tongues of demons
And kiss like lovers should,
As our trembling twining forms shake heaven-high,
I shall carry you with me,
Bathed in ash - until the sun burns and banishes me.

What is goth
But certainly not Machiavellian
Narcissist nor psychopathic
But yet it is the creative
Unique
And beautiful
Think about that
Before you judge a book by its cover

Yes I am goth
That doesn't makes me
The big-bad wolf
I am just trying
To live like everyone
Else
Despite my scary
Clothing and make-up
It's just that clothing
And makeup as well
Music ; it does not
Have baring
On how I act

Seus cabelos, ondas escuras na noite,  
Seus olhos, um mistério que não posso desvendar,  
Ela caminha entre os vivos e os mortos,  
E eu a sigo, perdido em seu encanto sombrio.

Seu toque é o frio da meia-noite,  
Sua presença, um tormento doce,  
Cada passo que ela dá me arrasta,  
Mais fundo em um labirinto de solidão.

Pois ela é a musa de meus pesadelos,  
A personificação do desejo que me destrói,  
E eu, um tolo, danço na borda do abismo,  
Fascinado por sua escuridão eterna.

Here it is once more
- a dark form looming -
A shadow from Before,
A storm's mark, dooming.
.
Invisible vise grip,
the weight on my chest;
Marble-heavy crypt,
A thornbird's nest.
.
This hunter is slow,
patient, though relentless;
with no arrow, or bow,
or trigger to press.
.
His footsteps fall monotone
- finality's beat -
Like soot on a wall of bone,
the last defeat.
.
Although he'll stay
out of sight, a dark drape,
Know that his prey
might never escape.
.
When no one's around,
When comforts are few,
In the scent of moist ground,
He could find you too.
.

I had the funniest dream the other night
I was doing something with paintings in the dream
I was picking them up and looking at them
I was in a public place, there was other people around
In the corner of my eye I could make out this girl
She was sitting on a table talking to another girl who was sitting down
She was a Goth girl, a real life Goth girl
She had these big laced boots and the fishnet stockings
She had necklaces and jewellery and the black dress on
She had the black eyeliner and  very pronounced lipstick
And she had her hair done in a funny way that I didn't particularly like
But I can't remember now to describe (maybe it was short or shaven a bit)
Now I wasn't staring at her, I was only regarding her clandestinely out of the corner of my eye
It's like I was saying "Wow! There's a real Goth girl
I'd never met or spoken to a Goth girl before
Suddenly it's like... it's like she notices me for the first time
And she starts watching me... she's looking right at me
Now I'm a bit chuffed by this...flattered
I'm wondering why she'd be interested in an old geezer like me
Anyway just then I decide to glance at her pretending I've only just seen her for the first time
For a moment our eyes they meet
And y'know, she slips me the sweetest smile I've ever seen in my whole life
It's so warm and endearing/welcoming, open and innocent.. so cute
It's like she's saying "Hello there you, I'd love to get to know you"
Me! I don't know what to do, I'm blown away,
Gulp! I'm all at sea and I'm floundering
But I got to do something... so I kinda smile back at her and give her a little wink
Then I quickly look back at my paintings
The next time I dare to look over she's right there, right in front of me, this fabulous creature...in all her wonderful terribleness LoL
It's obvious she wants to make herself known to me
It all proves too much though... I chicken out
I pull out of the dream
I guess... I'm only a Shy Boy really.