Goth...

roaring from the depth of your constraints,

alive in every word you deny,

possibilities seeming weak to escape me,

for i live where you reside;

down in the dungeons of your disguise.

loafing around for the last shreds.

your sanity isn't worth to let me off.

can't you bloody understand!?

i am NOT where your demons lie.

i am NOT your God of Darkness.

i am NOT the ugly cemeteries of happiness.

i AM just another voice that rings true...

i have lived all my life

in the closets of your fears.

i have been abandoned

in puddles of your tears.

you haven't the time to grasp me.

you haven't the time to take me the way i am.

you haven't the time to stand yourself

no wonder i cannot be tolerated...

i pity you for the junkyards in your minds.

i chortle for your little balls in the guts.

i'm envious, though, for your outrage-

it shall be mine, for all you care!

you devise all excuses to exclude me.

you make little plots to rant your suspicions

no funny thing than that.

i am NOT your last breath of mortality...

i AM just your ultimate wannabe desire!