Dear Goth

Chapter IV

Sitting in the forest I crave the ocean to drown these thoughts.

sitting in my room, I crave the angel of death to

silence these thoughts once and for all.

Sitting in time, where I can be anywhere;

I would be there with you.


sitting here now in the present; I know it’s all impossible.

alone in the cemetery; weeping in the rain.

Love never found, the pain of being alone.

the voice in my head; once a whisper....

Now barks commands that ring in my ears.

Even with music twenty four seven;

that voice haunts me ; brings me to my knees.

There is no relief, it wont let me leave.

this is my empty shell

But you should have seen the bullet.

Since then forever more silence and peace of mind

just until I live again.