Gothic
so i’m a slut and want to die
before i go i’ll reveal my lies
in a blink this script pours out
now you will hear my grieving shout
wheather you read this or go to hell
my path is clear as my story will tell
where i begin is not where to start
but going back farther would take my heart
what i want you to know and maybe believe
is that i know what i know and in the truth i concieve
i write whats happens and where i’ll never go
because i must, i’ll confide why i am alone.