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.  

What can save me From being sad Almost every single day Father can you Put some happiness In my life Because I am already Sick of being sad And I don’t want My friends to see Sad Because that will Make them worried About me What can save me From waking up Tired every morning My...