Gothic Angel

My mind is screaming, my heart is racing, and my soul is bleeding.Lost, confused and left for dead chained in the dark.

Words, thoughts voices people, begging, pleading, battling and compeating.And for what do these nights put thier hearts on the line for?

A broken soul, a shattered heart, and a darkened mind. A fragile girl who is teatering on the edge,and yet already so far over the line.
On her knees, tears on her cheeks, and blood stains on her pale lifeless flesh. And yet heres these brave nights are.

Arms extended leaving thier hearts exposed.Confessing thier love and making thier promices,trying to reach through thes gothic angels emotional hardness.

~*Lady Blackthorne