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.  

Daevid truanted from school, withdrew into the protective shell of his bedroom, and refused to come out. He fantasized that he was lying on his bed of flame in pouring rain, watching humans waltz over him under brightly-coloured umbrellas:...

the depth of the dark astound meastonished I let out a gaspintrigued yet frightenedthe onyx wrap around meheightened senses spoke to my bodyhypervigilant I seethwith a quick intake of breathmy flesh prepared for an assaultseeping black talk to meinnocent...