I'll wait here til the moon comes up I'll sit inside the storm With the ice-cold wind in my hair Just lace to keep me warm. People hunch in their little houses Shivering while I stand proud Misery means nothing here now Right inside my big black cloud. I'll wait here til my bones rattle I'll sit atop this grave You people have your stupid music I prefer my goth to rave. Deaf to the world, I'm still slouching Looking older than my years Sometime soon I'll be off home Songs like screaming in my ears.
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AutumnEmbersFall faz 1 ano
Another well done poem, love the hooves! Love the whole picture actually!
I especially like the line
"I prefer my goth to rave."
DeathNote faz 1 ano
Wow those are strange shoes...Great glog, I love the poem
AdviceGirl faz 1 ano
this is just so awesome
abzde faz 1 ano
look goods
Gothprincess faz 1 ano
I know, I bet the shoes are murder to walk in lol! No wonder she was sitting down! :D
jesuswashere faz 1 ano
what are those shoes? lol i've never seen them...they're like hoofs! lol but yeah, cool, i like the poem...it is expressive all right