My gothic ways I feel I must feed
Perched amid a virgin window sill
The thirst for your soul overwhelms
My everlasting darkening days I feel
Stench from beneath relieving my senses
A desolate tomb awaits my return
To rest with the skulls and bones
And souls Ive devoured and raped alone
As I lay here and reminisce of those Ive tortured
And from which ripped flesh I have pleasured upon
The satisfactions incomplete like my heart
Rotten and decaying it no longer beats
Evil dark blankets my soiled clothes of deep
From which I withdraw into beneath
I cannot breathe or eat or sleep
The pain inside is too intense and too steep
Passing through the nights of time
A glimmer of doom is all thats in mind
Never ending, there is no remorseful feeling
Just death and gloom in its eternal ending
editors note: Written by me 2002~ *some editing done at this time!
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