THE CRY OF A GOTHIC SOUL
by The Graylad
2003-09-23

Help me o God for I sink so fast
My breath a flame and my parts engorged
My head a pound with everything dark
With a sinister stare

I’m living in this shadow I have cast
A castle of death that I have forged
I meld within its walls so stark
A dank and dusty lair

I fear that I am loosing all to blackness
Seduced by the cool sweet call of the night
That preverbal place were all is hidden
Were all I can do is groan

I look up to the heights, to the brightness
From where I once basked in His light
And as the Seraphim was cast forbidden
From this place is where I moan

What escape do I have when I reach out?
Yes I do volunteer to go and be seduced
My blood has begun to coagulate
My lust is now the rule

I willingly gouge my eyes and shout
That my vision be thus reduced
Yet I do not bleed nor feel that adequate
To recognise this ghoul

How is it that within us all a gothic child dose live?
To bang upon the forbidden gates
That once had locked it in
That dark creature that abides within this cave

I hear its growls and feel its desires to once again give
Credence to its evil deadly fate
That had once been banished as sin
Dictated by it’s surrounding as to how it will behave

To throw of the shackles of all restraint and feed
To feed upon the innocents of others
To embrace all forms of pleasure and pain
And fully exploit all of its owner’s lusts

And so I do all I can to deprive it of all its needs
Keeping it from its ungodly father
The soul I leased from God I now stand in the rain
In Him now can I only cast all my trust