The candle I place before me
not only light, it's my soul
my quill is not only a writing instrument
it's my mouth
which silently speaks on paper
the teapot on my side
not only a vessel, but my essence
an obsession
my music is not just loud ruckus
it's a message
My soul has been swept
by cruel and unfair judgment
in the darkest hour
living my years in Fairy Tales
and a few in the corners of darkness
my heart has been raped
and my love is nearly extinguished
the flame that keeps remembering my lover
or was...
I burn a candle to guide me
through the dark and nightmarish world
just because I'm goth
doesn't mean there's no hope for me
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