Salvation comes not under many forms and somehow the arrogance shown to me was the arrogance that will make me ravage all those who face me without grief. Kiss of death has never been within me as death is but another excuse to let go, to give up. Some have pointed me out, calling me a poser, wannabe goth. Ironic, as I am not goth at all but merely willing to be myself. Not original, not superficial, just me. Arrogance will not go unoticed.
Darkness, opposite of light? Nein…yet complementary. Yes some have come to label it as the negative side of life yet I beg to differ with vigour. Darkness, is merely another way of seeing things, perceiving life. Every medal has two faces. Just like light, darkness can be positive just as much as negative. The only thing that makes it vary in it’s aspect is the way the person is, reacts, perceives, lives. I am not one to judge, yet opinions are always welcomed.
Bitter I am not yet vicious I can be if provoked. Fair warning.
And now as emotion sickness grabs me by the throat I shall retreat to pure somnolence and meditate on the things that aren’t truly there, yet that I wished they would be. And how memorable are the soft touches of desire when they suddenly disappear to a nether world…I miss my soft touches, and somehow, waiting for them to come back will be a pain in the ass, as patience has never been on my side…

Alone as any good crow ought to be…Scared as any wise warrior should be…dead…as every piece of hope will be…

Dying on a man, full of faith…There’s no forgiveness when a blackened soul makes her own way…Vagabond, errant in my own complications…where will I run again…

Laissez moi mourir en paix, puisque je le puis…avec toute certitude, ce sont mes pensées qui s’envoleront avec toi…

Words that have been spoken have been the spears that came back
To tear me apart as my intentions were not those perceived
Somehow those who knew me to be white never knew that I was black
And for this misery that I created I shall vanish into what never had been received

Misunderstood, propaganda released by my own lips
I’m kneeling down to my own personal dismay and beg for deliverance
From the actions that had created this tidal wave, drunken on one kiss
One taste of the poison only meant for I, and I will make it into sufferance

The instance of pressure was the instant of disaster
What have I now created upon those I had cared for
Those I had loved and come to think I would die for, faster
And faster I see the tapestry of pain and make me bitter or sore

Nothing deserved yet I deserve to be impaled
For you my dear, and I shall follow up to my consequences
To fade out, with grace, to fade out, inhaled
By my own desire that turned against me within the sentences

Allow me to believe that I could be forgiven
If not beaten down by the guilt
Nothing done for any other purpose than pleasing the surroundings
In which I had so careful incrusted myself in, built in.

Nevermore will my words hit hard upon the innocent minds
Nevermore will my thoughts corrupt, and destroy
Nevermore will I appear as the gentle kind
Nevermore, will I ever been seen within your realm…

I fade now, into my old home…back into the darkness, and solitude which I had come to find rather soothing…The only thing that scares me is myself…

With me I bring the recollection of memories, and joyful times

Auf Wiedersehen