My Gothic fire,  my tears of high emotion, my crimson shine  reddening these teardrops.  As if teary wax of blood seep from the flames of my eyes!  They dry to a still on my face; the haunting memories forever visible.

My Gothic heart afire within my sea of tears. Wrapped in thorny vines,  and dangling by such. The teary waves above  in my eyes are turbulent  and the emotional winds lashing.  

i stood at the edgeof a cliffor a dreamor maybe it was justa place to fallmy mind builtfor itself wind pulled at my clothesmoonlight bled across broken stonewhere the ravine split the earthclean to the boneand darkness gathered between its wallsswallowin the stars I...