I want to be a goth, but it seems its so hard
Everyone thinks that I'm just a tard
The money just cannot pay for all this lace
But, oh how am I going to save my face?
The lead just poisons, although it makes me pale
The black lines shimmer as I write this tale.
My childhood so full of colour, now rotten at my feet.
I'm sitting here, alone, at the bottom of this pit,
Waiting for someone to come and find me
So I'll no longer ever be lonely.
But here comes candles and cake in the midst,
A birthday present for goth4you with a twist!















Comments
So sweet!
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Love is not a victory march
Its a cold and its a broken hallelujah.
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You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
One suggestion, [line 3, staza 1] shorten cannot to can't: it'll smoothen the rhythm.
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
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Regards,
Razarelie 'Rhys'
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You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
--
You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
--
“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
--
Regards,
Razarelie 'Rhys'
--
You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
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