rain on my face,
no one to forsake.
siloette of sin,
cuts once again.
flows the river of red,
unseen forecast ahead.
hazel gaze amends,
red waves end.
common case in place,
no one else has taste.
insane rage,
crazy pain,
together will reign.
a wise man told me that, gothic is not a way of dress, but a sence of art. a beauty, that only the gifted can be. those who can be apart of the forbiden, or experiance all that is passion.
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