So what’s the coolest (yet silliest) goth thing you’ve ever seen?
the night falls as if slain by the sun, entwined are we.
the salvation for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must surely perish.
your passion throbs no more.
how could you do this?
spirits surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.