The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul
{The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul}
The darkness within us
is feeding us constant
painful death cries that
sometimes sound's so bitter
sweet to our ears as they slowly
bleed red-white-blue while
being covered in blackish
gothic tattoos
But as the silent lies makes
us want to continue to cry out
in that gothic tattooed pain as we
merely try keep us from
frowning and drowning from
within our darkened rotting
decaying fleshy soul as we merely
rot away in hell fire and brimstone
And as the pain within us has to
stop because it's killing me
and you daily as I wish I could
deafen the deafening sounds of
these tattooed gothic rotting
pains that fills my ears and
soul
And as the darkest skies fills
up with the hollowed satanic
walled in soul's of many sinners
that has lost their way from God's
Almighty righteousness love to
the darkened imprisoned purgatory
room's where Satan keeps calling
out my name and your name as
we rise through the torturous burned
blackened ashes of what once was
apart of us as we are the lost
sinners of the gothic rotting
decaying fleshy soul's of many
yester year's ago
And as we all continue to
bleed red-white-blue until there's
nothing left but the lost sinner
singing out in that satanic gothic
note while Satan kills us a
million times over and over
again because he says we
shallnever win and Jesus Christ
never has existed
Because we are being beaten
by chains, whips with razor
blades that is sharp as knives
on the ends of them as they
pierce our soul and bodies
while we are tortured leaving
us rendered helpless while we
make one last weakened prayer
request to Jesus Christ to end
our suffering as we are being
boxed packed into the chambers
of hell with falling fiery rainstorms
that burns us until we become
completely numb to the pain
while the lasting breath's leaves our
shell of a body before we the
gothic rotting decaying soulless
souls slips away from everyone
and everything that made any
kind of sense to us
And we the lost sinners of the
darkened gothic rotting decaying
soulless souls slips away to
this lost hellish throne that
we have to sit upon as we die
alone without love from anyone
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer February 27,2018
