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Gothic PrincessAll dressed in blackWith white make-up and dark purple lipsShe sat on the throne so full of majestyThe onlookers were dazzled by her beautyAnd worshipped the ground she walked uponThe King was not wellAnd expected to die soonAnd the Queen had died long agoSo the young princess would soon rule the KingdomEveryone was impressed with her intelligence and graceShe carried out her duties without question or complaintAnd she would always greet new visitors with a smileOnce the audience was over she would return to her roomsIn the privacy of her own room she would cut her wristsAnd let the blood pour into a bowlShe would force food down her throat until she could eat no moreThen she would go to the ladys room and be violently sickUnderneath all her garments she was painfully thinShe felt so much pressure to be beautifulShe had many suitors but none that she lovedA stranger from abroad arrived one dayAnd stole her heartBut he was not a suitable match for a princessA handsome sailor of common stockShe pleaded with her father to let her marryBut he doggedly refused her requestOne night she took the bladeAnd slit both her wristsNot a cry for attentionBut an attempt to take her lifeLiving was a torment to herThe expectations too highThe rewards lacking in true valueHer dead body was found the next morningAnd all the towns folk mourned her deathThe beautiful princess had departed this landAnd headed off above the cloudsTo find a happier resting placeA traditional Gothic funeral was heldTo celebrate her lifeMany fine words were saidAnd then her body was buriedUnder a thousand red rosesHer Cousin Isabella was now next in lineAnd took over the royal dutiesA heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glorySouls Without Names
The fires of Hell burn brightIn the middle of the nightWaiting for an angel to fallNo hope of salvation at allA poor lost soulIs swallowed up wholeConsumed in the flamesThey are souls without namesThe fires are ablazeIn this fiendish mazeConsumed by guilt and shameThere is no one else to blameThe fires are aglowAs you sink so lowThe Devil has cast his spellYou face eternity in Hell
Gothic Expression
The Gothic Poet walks down the streetAnd stops at the bus stopShe posts one of her poems for all to see"What do you make of me""Am I a freak or am I oh so chic?""Dressed in black - am I a tiger or a pussycat?""Read my words and you will see""A deeper soul lies within me"She sits at home and paints her self-portraitSlightly distorted - this is the way she is viewed by the worldShe walks on down to the art galleryAnd posts her portrait at the entrance door"Do you want more?""You will see more reality in this picture""Than anything that lies behind this door""Open your eyes and you will see""All God's beauty"She lies on her bed at homeWaiting for a reactionBu the passers-by fail to express any emotionToo wrapped up in their own worldsIn God and man we place our trustAnother creative soul bites the dust
The Music Box
Serenity sat on her bed and listened to the musicPlaying over and over on the music boxIt was her most treasured possessionIt had been a birthday present to celebrate her tenth birthdayIt was a haunting tune and the pink ballerina pirouetted and dancedTo the tune and the music box play on and onSerenity was now 35 and had lived here for 10 yearsShe had been engaged to SteveThey had first dated at the school promJust after her 16th birthdayThey had gone on holiday to Spain and CyprusBought a home togetherAnd soon they would be marriedBut one night he found Steve in bed with her sister SapphireShe had screamed at both of themShe screamed so much that she passed out with nauseaShe was taken to hospital and stayed over a few nightsWhen she returned home Steve had move outA week later she discovered he was staying with SapphireThey both laughed at her and shouted "poor Serenity"One night soon after she took an overdose of sleeping pillsHer mother found her slumped over her bedShe was taken back to hospitalAnd although she recovered physicallyHer mind could not deal with the shock of recent eventsShe returned to her childhood lost in daydreamsShe was moved to the psychiatric wardAnd there she remained for ten yearsSome of the patients complained about the music going on and on all dayThe same simple haunting tuneIt drove them to distractionBut it was the only thing that helped Serenity to stay calm and relaxedShe remains there to this day listening to her musicLost in childhood dreams of innocence.
The Witch
You have been dabbling in black magicYour ending will be tragicYou will be burnt at the stakeMake no mistakeNo chance of redemptionNo divine interventionYou have been practicing the black artsThat is where your downfall startsYou have been condemned as a witchThe onlookers will watch you twitchYou will be consumed by fireOn your funeral pyreYou are going to HellYou have cast your last spellTo your utter consternationYou face eternal damnation
Self-Denial
I have had enough of self-denialI am not the one on trialIts societyI have had enough of this sobrietyI am going to break the chainNo need to explainYou have been applying the screwAnd you always knewThat eventually I would crackAnd start fighting backI am starting a new pageThe world is my stageI am throwing away my black clothingI no longer have a need for self-loathingWhat did you expect?I have regained my self-respect
Black Days
Darkness approachesOnce more I turn to melancholyTurning in on myselfA period of introspectionFull of doubtsHow will I find the light to guide me?So long in the darknessIsolated and aloneTime passes byOne empty day after anotherShould I end it all?Is that the only answer?What happens if I do nothing?A slow declineInto middle age and still further onInto old ageStill nothing has been achievedA few small successes along the wayBut is that enough to save me?Will God reject my soul as empty and shallow?Will I be handed to the Devil to hang from the gallows?
Ghost Ships
The ghost ships sails the oceanSailing unknown waters bereft of lifeThe harbours are devoid of lifeApart from a skeleton staffWhose job it is to serve the ghost shipsThat sail the oceansSo many souls searching for a final resting placeUnable to find peaceThey congregate on these ghost shipsEven in death there is comfort in numbersSometimes we feel so aloneAnd to die without a soul to share our last momentsIs a challenging prospectEvery know and then a lost soul finds peaceAnd is allowed to disembarkSail on in search of peace and tranquillityThe waves of the ocean help to soothe the restless spiritsThey have no home apart from these ghost shipsThey sail through endless darknessThe light is too much to deal withThese spirits have rejected human contactThey cannot cope with the troubled historyThey wait until the matter is resolved elsewhereTime passes and perspectives changeRedemption does come calling from time to timeIf you buy a ticket on the ghost shipYou may never find peace againSailing the oceans for thousands of yearsHoping to find safe passage to some distant shoreAnd finally finding your way to heavenWhere eternal peace and salvation await
City of Dreams
There was a man of many great talentsA poet, an artist, an intellectualHe had read many booksAnd was certain of his superiority over othersHe wrote many great pieces of verseAnd fabulous paintingsThat inspired all of his peersThere was a great output of inspirational poetryAnd paintings of vivid colours and meaningsThe city was alive with excitement and activityThis great man of learning observed all around himAnd became somewhat disenchantedHe posted a letter in the local newspaperAccusing his contemporaries of copying his styleAnd of stealing his ideasMany letters were posted in the newspaper in response"We admired your work and felt the power of creativity""Why do you criticise us for trying to improve ourselves?"The debate continued in the newspaperBut it became more and more vindictiveAnd helped to undermine the peace of the cityEverybody became disenchanted and they started to leave the cityA brief spell of brilliant creativityWas followed by a gradual declineThe other artists found pastures newAnd lived happy and prosperous livesBut the city died
Tree of Despair
The Tree of Despair hangs over meIts enveloping branches choke the life out of meIt feeds on death to renew itselfIts only hope is to lead the innocent into damnationThe death of innocent souls keeps it aliveSo many souls have passed this wayAnd met their doomLed astray by the grim surroundingsThey found many ways to kill themselvesHundreds of bodies hang from the branchesAnd the leaves are blood redThey fall to the groundAnd turn blackAdding to the sense of despondencyAll those filled with shameHead this wayYour end awaits youWelcome to the Wood of DeathAnd the Tree of DespairIn this land of dead soulsThe Dark Lord surveys allHis blood red eyes dismiss all hopeAnd twinkle wickedly at the dreadful sceneOnly evil can thrive in his Dark KingdomEach night he counts the victimsWho hang from the Tree of DespairI give you fair warningDo not trespass there
Discarded Love
Bleak midwinterAnd snow lies all aroundMy heart is cold and emptyAnd I long to walk on the hot sandWith the sun burning my bodyAnd my love close at handWill you ever return?Or will I always live in bleak midwinterSend me word of where you areHave you found a new love?Have you moved on to someone new?I am still in a frozen stateStuck rigid where you left meUnable to move onOne kiss would thaw my bonesOne moment of bliss would unfreeze my toesI would follow you to the ends of the earthBut my feet are frozen to the groundAnd all around there is no soundIn this frozen wildernessI will live foreverSuspended in timeA monument to discarded loveI Infect Your SoulMy darkness fades from viewAnd enters deep into youI infect your soulLet my darkness swallow you wholeYou are part of my dreamsI am the precursor to your screamsI engulf your spiritAnd take you to the limitTaking you over the edgeLeaving you dangling on the ledgeTo jump and dieGo on, pretend you can flyLet me watch you fall to the groundI will watch with joy unboundLet me take away your lifeLet me hand you this sharpened knifeEnd it allAnd beware the fallDeep down into my dark black holeI am the keeper of your poor lost soulCome join with meEmbrace meClutch me to your breastLet my dark magic do the restWe are the terrors that fly in the nightThere is no point in putting up a fightLet us entwineYour wretched soul is mineLet us again embraceAnd leave behind this damned human raceYour body is nothing but an empty shellYour soul belongs with me in HellI infect your soulLet my darkness swallow you wholeDeath For Five VoicesGlorious music echoes around the cathedralA sacred tune rises up to the roofSuch beautiful music fills my earsThis is the perfect way to end a lifeSense the exhilarationAnd the feeling of reliefTime to put my troubles behind meI am high up in the bell towerDressed in a black suit and black overcoatListening to the choir singA beautiful madrigal composed by GesualdoAn Italian who knew what grief felt likeHe killed his wife and her loverAnd ended up in an asylumGrief and torment on a colossal scaleAnd yet despite these restraintsThis man wrote great musicThrough rage and insanityHe achieved greatnessHe was touched by the hand of GodAnd was inspired to compose wonderful musicI feel dizzy with excitementI sense the fever of a possessed mindThe music lifts my spiritAs I soar into the airMy arms stretched out wideMy black overcoat floats on the breezeAnd then I come crashing to the groundBy body convulses as I breathe my last breathMy dead body lies on the cathedral tilesThe music plays on and then suddenly endsThere are shouts and screams as the shock of death hits homeThe blood oozes out into a red pool of deathI died with a spirit intoxicated with joySuch a mixture of emotions - anger and rageMixed with a sense of wonder and excitementDeath can be a glorious affairSome die in battleSome die cold, fearful and aloneI chose my method and moment of deathA moment of exquisite pain mixed with pleasureSuch sweet, blissful musicThe perfect spiritual backdrop to the passing of lifeI hope my soul reaches heavenAnd experiences such bliss once moreI hope my endeavours don't condemn me to hellTo be denied the pleasures of such music for evermoreWould be a sin so great as to torment my soul forever(Title taken from TV documentary about Gesualdo by Werner Herzog)
Skeletons Of The Mind
I have the strangest dreamsI imagine armed skeletons with swords and shieldsRising from the groundJust like in the film Jason and the ArgonautsI can't destroy themI fight and fight with all my mightIf I disable one another rises from the groundI feel as though I am fighting against my pastI try to start afresh but continue to be harassed by my pastI have to fight these demonsI cannot start anew and repair the damageThese fierce creatures attack me with their swordsAnd strike at my fleshThe wounds ooze bloodI am feeling weakI fall to my kneesAnd slip into unconsciousnessAnd then I awakeI feel worn out and quite disturbedThe start of a new dayWith it comes the hope of new beginningsBut I know that in my dreams my past will return to haunt meI need to end this fightAnd bury the bones of my past lifeThese skeletons of the mind haunt my imaginationLet the battle begin againI have no choice but to fight onIn time perhaps I will be free of these recurring dreamsAnd slowly I will be able to start anew
Night of Silent Contemplation
The pills and razor blade rest at my sideThis is not the end but the beginningI have had my low pointsI have taken a few pills in the pastOnly to obliterate the world from my mindA few moments of peaceBefore everything comes crashing downDisjointed memories of an ambulance and a hospitalDrifting in and out of consciousnessHow in God's name has it come to this?I reached out to so many soulsBut they were too busy living their own livesMoments of enlightenment followed by days of depressionBut that was the pastToday is the dawning of a new realityI have taken all that this world can throw at meThe pills and razor blade still rest at my sideBut they are not going to see any action tonightIt is a night of silent contemplationI put everything back in their proper placeThis world can be a better placeI will fight on a little longerThe pills and razor blade will always be thereMy silent friends who lead me into darknessI am ready to stare into the lightAt least for one more day
She remains defiant in the face of death
Nailed to the crossAccused of treachery and witchcraftShe was only true to her soulShe had a taste for adventureShe could bewitch and beguileShe was fantastic companyA party animal who also had a sensitive sideShe loved romantic trips to Paris and RomeShe liked expensive clothesHer lovers would spend all their money on herBut that was enough to keep her closeShe always felt the need to moveAlways uncomfortable in one single placeA thirst for excitement which had to be quenchedMany of her partners became paupersA few even took their livesShe was an explosive personalityOnce you had spent an even in her companyYour life would never be the sameAnd now she has been judged by her former loversFound guilty of being a witchAn old crime in a modern settingI kneel at her feet and beg her to forgive us all"Your beauty corrupted our soulsSuch beauty only belongs in heavenReturn to your eternal homeAnd forgive us for being mere mortals."
Lake of Drowning Souls
Journey into the darkest recesses of your mindFar off chants signal eternal doomYou try to get awaySwimming through a dark, poisonous substanceWhich seeps into your skinA million drowning souls claw at your bodyYou desperately head for the shoreAnd scramble outOnto an island you know not whereWitches and goblins stare back at youWith a hideous intensity in their eyesYou are their preyA soul for the takingAn inner awakeningOnto a whole new worldOf evil and tormentAgain you runThe sky is darkAnd the shouts and screams are close at handThey are ready to pounceYou must get awayYou wake upSafe for another dayBut when you sleepThey will enter your dreamsOblivious to your screamsOne night they will take you awayTo their worldAnd untold evil and tormentWill be your daily toil“Sweet dreams!
Princess And The Ghost
The Princess lived in a magnificent castleHigh on to of a hillThe King was situated in the palace some distance awayBut he often visited and stayed at the castleThe Princess was very beautifulShe was twenty years old and adored by the towns peopleMany nobleman hoped wo win her hand in marriageThe Princess often wondered alone in the castleAnd sometimes she walked through the dungeonsHe felt at home with the deadA sense of melancholy was always close at handShe was reluctant to play the role of a princessShe wanted to choose her own husbandBut that was not the way of thingsWhile walking through the dungeonsShe came into a contact with a ghostHis name was Sir PeterHe had been a gallant knightAnd was brave in battleHe had been locked in the dungeon by a previous kingThe Princess was enchanted by her ghostShe was not frightened at allShe found his presence comfortingShe could empathise with his troubled spiritThe previous king had fallen in love with Sir Peter's sisterBut she did not want to marry the kingShe was an Anglo-Saxon and the king was a NormanShe already had a husband in mineWho was the blacksmith in the local villageThe previous king tried to take her by forceBut the villages and townspeople resistedSir Peter headed the resistenceEventually he was captured and taken to the castleAnd his sister took her life rather than be forced to marry the kingAfter several years in the dungeons the king had sir Peter beheadedThe Princess was shocked by the storyShe knew how his sister must have feltSoon she would be twenty one years oldAnd her father was determined to announce her future husbandAnd her birthday approached when spent more time in the dungeonTalking to the ghost of Sir PeterThe inhabitants of the castle thought his very oddBut said nothingOn the morning of her birthdayHer chambermaid entered her bedroomAnd found the Princess lying lifeless on her bedShe had taken her own lifeA note was found next to her body"I have chosen my own destinyI have chosen to join the ghost of Sir Peter in harmonious unrestWill we ever find peace or will we haunt the castle forever?I depart this world in a state of peace and contentmentPlease don't weep for me - I have found my true destiny"Time passed and the kingdom became a democracyAnd the castle became a tourist attractionSome people say they can still hear two ghosts singing and laughing togetherApparently content in their state of harmonious unrest
Little Red Riding Hood
Little Red Riding Hood took a walk in the forestShe knew what she wantedShe was at an age to make her own decisionsThe tales of the villagers did not scare herShe wanted to meet the wolves of the forestShe had a wild spirit of her ownA pack of wolves encircled herAnd the pack leader bounded towards herAnd transformed into a handsome figure of a manHe had a dual identityA spirit of the beast and the spirit of mankindHe preferred the spirit of natureIt was less judgmentalLess prone to lies and distortionHe held Red Riding Hood in his armsAnd then he kissed herHe took a bite of her neckAnd she succumbed willinglyShe too would become a spirit of the forestNo more hypocrisy and liesShe transformed into a she wolfAnd joined the packLater the villagers found her Red CloakThere was blood on the cloak and hairs of a wolfThey mourned her lossAnd vowed to kill the wolvesBut Little Red Riding Hood was not concernedShe had a new life and a new communityHer family surrounded her and played happilyShe was a true spirit of nature
Dream of Death
A time to dieWhen all hope has pastAnd all that lies ahead is miseryIs there any point in continuing to fightTime always runs out eventually for the lonelySingle meals heated in the microwaveSingle seats on planes surrounded by happy voicesOnly half a lifetimeBut its time to call an endEuthanasia would be a simple solutionBut they make it harder for human kindNo lethal injection to take away the painNothing to lose, nothing to gainJust drifting through the daysWaiting for something to happenBut it never does, it never does,So all I do is wait in vainA dull, nagging, long endured painThe pain of lost opportunitiesThe pain of stupid mistakesOnly the foolish wait for their lives to changeYou have to make it happenSo take the knifeAnd end this lifeAnd come tomorrowThere will be time for sorrowIt is easy to die when you write it downPut down the pen and wipe away that frownGo to sleep and dream of deathGo to sleep and dream of deathOne day your dream will last forever...Your dream will last forever....forever...forever
A Moment of Tranquility and Enlightenment
He was an outsiderThey called him a freak at schoolBut this didn't worry himHe had always been an outsiderWrapped in a veil of darknessHis secrets lay hidden awayHe played the guitarHe learnt a few chordsAnd started to write his own songsHe listened to Nightwish and Within TemptationI felt a bond, kindred spiritsHe welcomed the darkness into his soulSoon he would try to find a place in the worldHe attended a few gothic nightclubsAnd made a few friendsThey decided to form a bandTheir following grewThey performed in small gigs around their hometownAnd then further a field around the whole of NorwaySoon they were climbing the chartsTheir album went to number oneThey started to perform at large festivalsThe fans could be counted in the hundreds of thousandsThis child was lonely no moreA hundred thousand kindred spirits calling out his nameSo many lonely souls looking for a guiding lightAll united in a moment of tranquility and enlightenment
Playing Russian Roulette
A man stabs a woman on the subwayHe is disturbed and delusionalHe failed to take his medicationHe thinks the police and the FBI are after himThey are nowHe is a danger to the communityHe should have been restrained and kept in hospitalThousands of time bombs waiting to explode"I don't want to be kept in hospital""I have been stable for many years""Most mentally ill people are more of a danger to themselves"Do we restrict the movements of all mentally ill people?The doctors have to decideThey have blood on their handsHow many innocent people must die before something is done?Banner headlines in the newspapers demand actionThe stigma grows and uncertainty and distrust reignsCare in the community that is the buzz wordBut motiveless killings undermine the ideaWhat do we do?"Do you want to restrict my movements?""I don't always take my medication""But I know I am no danger to the public"The killer is apprehended and the trial takes placeHe is to be detained in a secure unitAnd the community feels safe"My right to freedom means your life is at risk"If you cross the road your life is at riskIf you fly on a plane your life is at riskWe have to balance the risks against the benefitsMaybe we are playing russian roulette with mental healthIt is only a matter of time before someone else dies"So what you gonna do - lock me up""Or Spin the Barrel?"
Through The Darkness
I lived in darknessWithdrawn from modern lifeMy mind was full of negativityAnd my mood was depressedI can relate to the melancholic poetsAnd the gothic literature of Edgar Allan PoeThese lost souls are misunderstoodThis is not a quest for evilBut a search for positive energyI will come out of this strongerWiser and more sympatheticI felt so restrained by modernityBy the pressure to conform and look goodI took a razor and cut through the superficial layerTo get in touch with my soulI had to risk losing my lifeTo realise how precious it isNow I am fully restoredA cloak of darkness surrounds meI see the world in crystal clear visionDroplets of blood fall from my eyesA memory of the sadness I enduredA bright new spirit guides meBut the darkness will always be thereTo remind me how bright these days are
Valentines Day Lament
The Georgian mansion feels cold and emptyMemories play on the crystal chandelierDarkness holds me in its relentless gripRed roses lie randomly on the floorAnd a glass of white wine rests in my handThe roses have died and turned blackBlack roses on Valentine's DayMy love is far awayIt may be many years before we meet againAngellica left me five years to the dayMy dear love was on her way to meet meAnd enjoy a romantic meal at Luigi's, our favourite restaurantBut her red Ferrari spun out of controlOn a tight bend near our homeShe died instantly in a tangled wreck of metalSo each Valentine's Day I drink a glass of wineI drive my black Mercedes to her graveAnd place red roses next to her grey headstone“My beloved wife, so beautiful and pure,life was so cruelly cut short,“You are always in my thoughtsI live comfortably in my exclusive Californian mansionBut all the luxuries and all the money in the worldCannot bring my love back to meUntil the day I dieAnd embrace her again in heavenAnd kiss her soft lipsShare in my bitter sweet memories this ValentinesDayThe memories of our love sustain meAnd comfort me in my idyllic isolation
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