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 have this friend.And sometimes she wonders what her dreams meant.But they are my dreams too. I couldn't help it.And slowly destroyed them like a fool.She had so much,she built it from not so much. Yet I crushed it.It was an...

I just don't look like her.Who,you might ask?The ones who snap photos with camera,then drink from a flask in sorrow. Your beauty,may I borrow?Or will I find it in the mirror?Then my mom came and said to me. Honey,don't live in...