I was exhausted; with the two of us uncertain of our way, we halted on a plateau lonelier than desert paths.

Forgotten graves echo grievous dirges, into the foggy obscure night!!!

“I know how men in exile feed on dreams”

They say we only fear fear itself,
but what of death and sickness,
so easy for humans to die,
and yet how we survive it all is a miracle to me.

Pardon me, but I'm a bit confused here...How can goth die? I thought we were already dead? Or was that undead?

"Old Goths never die; they just Fade To Grey..."

“The tender word forgotten, The letter you did not write, The flower you might have sent, dear, Are your haunting ghosts tonight”

There is not enough light in the entire world to light up even the smallest corner

What do u try to hide in those angel eyes???

Darkness is like a mother figure. She shelters me from prying eyes. She allows me to heal my wounds and would never tell a soul about the times I scrapped my knees only to get me back on my seat peddling again.