Running, Running.
Never fast enough.
Panicing, Panicing.
They've called my bluff.

I cannot take anymore.

Screaming. Screaming.
why cant they hear?
Louder, Louder.
Its too much to bear.

KILL ME while i dont care

Cutting, Cutting.
the blood flows away.
Fadeing, Fadeing,
I begin to sway.

Without you, there is no day,
there is no reason to live.
And...

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Hello Everyone,

It has been a very long time since I have last written. I haven't had a good year. A close friend bullied me and caused me to do something that put my mental and physical health in danger. On top of that a close friend took advantage of me in the worst possible way.
But I am back. I'm alive. And I'm here to stay.
I want you all to know that I took a break from the Goth scene for several months. But as you can see I'm back and wearing black. I've missed...

the beast has captivated me
poison eyes leave me mesmorized
how can i look away?
biting, clawing, they say
the beast has captivated me.
but where is the beast
in this land of darkened beauty?
i see no reason to fear,
for no harm has come to me.
so i shall remain. captivated.
by the beast that is not him.
the beast that holds me,
the beast that frightens me,
is not who you think it to be.
where is this...

that is the biggest question i find myself asking everytime i log on here to good ol' Gothic.net. i concider myself just a teen in an irrelivent world, and am okay with life but i enjoy the writting of Poe and Emily D. I am not always depressed, but i think of eraseing my existance quite frequently. i am in touch with my emotions and , i hope, my higher and younger self. so.... am i just an emo kid or am i just fucked up?