gothic love/Black Heart
gothic love
u say us goths cant love
gothic love is an art
we have diffrent ways of showing emotion
black hearts on valentines day
gift cards to Hot Topic for christmas
we dress like others on halloween
our love maybe weird
but our love is strong like others
we like vampires
midnight picincs in the cemetry
our love is an art
and when others interfere
they get torn apart
our love is strong
nothing can break our wall
we still like homecomming
and coffie at starbucks
we just do things in a diffrent way
gothic love is a puzzle
and others do not fit
we connect with one another
we draw tatoes on each other
and write scarry potery
but this is who we are
we are just like u but
just in another way
we are goths
and we are in love
Black Heart
It is all I desire
A glimpse of your Underworld
To dive into your Raven River
To taste the purity
To touch the immortality
Of your Black Heart
I made fire in a beat of your heart
I chased the passion of your fuming flame
To the savage rage of your hungry vein
I fed my open soul -
My obsession true
My devotion
My love for youYour vanity welcome in this watching mirror
You drank the wine I offered you
Breathed my sensual air through lips of rose dew
Your consuming thoughts understood in this willing trance
Your beauty real to this inner glance
Your touch too much for this mortal child
A torrent of power
Born from the love of a Black HeartYou will love no one
As you love me
Your divine darkness saturates me
I return to you always
Like words of an eternal page
As fast
As fierce as your sexual rageHold me down
I am here
On my own
Waiting
For youLay me down
Grasp my given corpse
Limp in your powerful arms
A victim newA kiss of life
A kiss of bereavement
Skin warm and true
A force of you flows through my veins
I taste your pure Black Heart again
It is not over
There can be no end
Between the two of us
Is a universe
Death will send
Me into your life again and again
I am lost in your Black Heart
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Kill them all - let Goddess sort 'm out~ blood of the youth, blood of the just shown all around, not a square inch without it to be found. A landscape turned red.
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