There's a blackness in my soul,
A stormcloud brewing inside,
And I am loath to live with joy
Ever since my goldfish died.
A stormcloud brewing inside,
And I am loath to live with joy
Ever since my goldfish died.
Now I've only wished to die,
And my heart has turned a charcoal-black
E'er since the pop machine stole my quarter;
Woe! That coin I'll not get back.
I nicked myself shaving just last week,
And as I observed the trickling blood,
I could feel my black and wretched soul
Ebbing with the crimson flood.
And now death can't come quickly enough,
To carry me away from the rain,
Because we're out of Rocky Road,
And my poor soul can't deal with the pain.
Goth Is Overrated
by ~DreamerOfShadows
by ~DreamerOfShadows
2 comments:
STATEMENT OF INTENT
I, the distressed undersigned
Being of torn and troubled mind
Declare that I no longer wish to live.
I have no cash, and friends, not any
I stand alone, without a penny
In short, my life is all I have to give.
The local girls all think me odd
Everytime they wink or nod
At me, I find it's just a vicious joke
I cannot dance, I can't talk cool
My foosball stinks, I'm worse at pool
Can't buy a girl a drink, I'm always broke!
I lost my job, the lawn's not mown
The cat took off for parts unknown
The landlord wants me out by Monday noon
My mother swears she has no son
My dad says if he owned a gun
He'd blow my worthless carcass to the moon.
So here I sit, alone and weary
Wrapping up my final theory
That no one cares if I should live or die
No one loves, but simply hates me
The river, dark and cold, awaits me
It's time to go, so to you all....goodbye.
I believe you have mistaken emo for goth. You see emos tend to cut themselves, goths tend to cut you (when we get annoyed) I am goth and I don't particulary feel like dieing anytime soon.
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