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I lay on the floor, my wounds from the pain

Growing stronger yet in the stillness of the shadows

Lay awake in my dying yet withered days-

In the shadows I see myself

Seeking shelter from the light in a black hole;

In the stillness I find myself dying from pain,

Dying a most pleasant but painful death.

Yet in the darkness I rise to the pain-

Not only am I dying in the shadows,

I'mm dying while in the darkest era;

My wrath consuming me to my death

Showing me the way through life and death-

Nothing but the pain renders me to the pain,

Foreshadowing the events of my wrath known as suicide.

Dying in the pain the most rightful way,

I make my way through the final stage

To the final plunge of my wrath-the pain;

I may hurt, yet I know my true destiny,

The death of me will show you how much

You meant to me before you betrayed me-

Now I'm dying in the shadows and darkness,

A glorious but painful death-I hear voices.

I hear voices calling my name-

Those Goths who've died before me

In the flames of Satan will be my followers,

They will guide me to Satan and hell

So I will be welcomed to my stable home-

My home where my Goth powers have shown-

My Goth powers have shown me the way to death.

Dying I am pained by depression-

Yet in the darkness I wait until the day

Satan will rise yet again in power;

Showing his Goth wrath of all Goths,

His respect for us Goth people will shine-

It will rise in Satan's power and will

Make a purpose for my Goth wrath;

Yet I know my death will be soon-

It is near andI am dying in darkness

Never to be know to others but a Goth.

Dying as I lay here on the floor,

Bleeding both inside and out in pain,

I slip away into the foreshadows of death,

Knowing I will be safe and secure agian;

I die and lay a lonely and cold corpse-

Blood still draining from my body;

My death will show why I wanted to die.

Yet in the shadows I lay a cold corpse,

Dead on the floor with blood draining

From my wrist-I cut too deep and

Now you know why I felt that death was near

My death was near and that's why I felt it-

You may never find out why I

Killed myself to give it to Satan;

You may never forego the death

I had put myself through;

You will never know why I commited suicide-

All you knew was that I was suicidal,

Nothing more than that and a non believer.

Since I am now gone and a lonely corpse,

I fight my way to Satan's side and

There I stay for eternity.