Gothic Side

 I am not afraid of the dark anymore my mother, it is living inside of me now, and I can see myself within the gloom.

Black dress is my daily style, melancholy is my everlasting sentiment towards life, and the cemetery is where I reunite with beloved death.

It is my screaming sick soul, who is begging my merciful Lord, to bring alive everything that was destroyed inside of me.

They say if a gothic girl haunts your heart, your nightmares will turn to a beautiful daydream, to a bloody romance you wish would happen.

All you see in her is hell, with her hellish horns and her dead roses, but what you missed to feel is the heaven in her soul, and her hidden wings.

She is the fire, when it comes to passion and lust, and she is the snow, when it comes to peace and tranquility, she is the gothic girl.

We believed that we are vampires by nature, seeking for a blood wine every night to feed our hunger for agony and frailty.

Black is the color of the dark night, and it is the color of her lipstick, black is such lightful color because she shone like the moon when she wore it.

She choose to be the full moon around the darkness, she preferred the night than day to worship her demonic intentions.

The black candles are burning, the red wine of tears is bathing her naked soul, and the white emptiness is swallowing her heart to nowhere.

They say that the black rose is unique and It is located in one place in the world, This is what prompts me to think about the hidden secrets behind the dark beauty.

Gothic music is a relief, a nutriment and a dark charge to a gothic soul, it is an emotions storm which blows life to a cold heart.