Dear Goth

Chapter VI

Dark Matter

The mathematical formula for evil is

the square root of darkness.

you dare not unlock that door to madness and wickedness.

Cure evil and hang the beauty in a stone jar.

Lips curl, kisses sour.

Walked among the dead; saw the zombies in flesh and juices.

Ripped through a barbed wire fence.

Fear not death, fear not the end of your life.

what comes after death no one knows, it’s a dark secret.

Those cold hearts. Their already lost in the chaos

and flux in the dead sea of ether.

No one really knows. If they did they wouldn’t ever tell.

Someday I will write the book on life after death.

not that anyone would believe me.

Ash moonblood