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Sitting here wanting to die,

Waiting for death's sentence-

I feel like hurting my life

With my Goth wrath

Shown to me as distorted ashes and Gothic death.

I listen to my Gothic music,

Watch Goth and Dark movies,

Read about dying and wishing Gothic-

I feel that my death time is here;

It has consumed me into my soul.

Yet into the ashes and distorted death

I show my pride as hidden and unknown,

Goth in all black with death near-

Near enough to silence the witness

Of the suicide within mystical features.

Of the Gothic wrath that has consumed

Me into energy and Gothic light.

Yet in the darkness is my Goth wish-

The wish to withhold my wish of death;

Knowing I want, can and will die,

Somehow there's a good chance I will

Eventually become overcome by my Gothic wrath

And will do the usual death course;

Cut myself and bleed to death-

Or tourniquet; but the wrath

Will not distort itself away from me.

If I cared about others and not

The way others have already betrayed me-

But I will not steer myself away

From the mysteries of my own Gothic wrath;

The mysteries within themselves are

Not the way my Goth mind thinks,

My Goth mind is made of dark thoughts;

Yet in the ashes I burn in the flames

Of Satan in mysterious waysof it's own.

Yet within my mind there is a dark force

Which purifies my mind and soul;

There is a mind and sould that conquers

My whole body inside my mind,

It takes over me in different ways

That others will not be able to explain

To others about my Goth wrath

That engulfs me in ashes and flames-

Showing pain and depression of others

Which will consume me into the mix

Of the texture with my Goth wrath.

My death wish continues to grow-

Intensifying into Goth depression,

Will go into Goth death wish;

It shall show me why I am Goth,

Why I am so depressed and sick of life.

The Goth death of my soul

Will become a corpse, limp and frail,

Never will my soul be deserted-

I will live on in the after life

And become the wandering lost soul

Who never was meant to live life

As nothing but a Goth and lost soul.