Insanity takes a stroll in the night,
While hesitation cries in my soul,
Premonitions bring the illusions,
And the medications help me to roll...
It is not a disease to wear black my friend,
Goth is simply a part of my charm,
I'm not going to send you a curse,
And I certainly mean you no harm...
My body a canvas of artistry,
And the ink a reflection of life,
Integration of the ink and the blood,
Cover the cuts I've made with a knife...
My mind holds the illusions of beauty and life,
Passion sets free all inhibitions desired,
Supine is the best position,
To initiate this baptism by fire...
If others could listen to reason,
Rather than condemn first all that they see,
You would know the ink that I wear,
Is simply a reflection of me...
Enticed by my dark and embryonic soul,
Aesthetically challenged by all those concerned,
It is in this state of confusion,
Where the lessons are finally learned....
Take the chance to look deep inside me,
And you will see I mean you no harm,
I just want to fill the desires,
And have you hold me tight in your arms...
My ink shares all inspirations,
And are a painting of all my dreams,
But if you only look on the outside,
You will miss all that you should have seen...
I am not some kind of a freak show,
Just a girl depressed and alone,
All I want is just to be loved,
Goth is more than the ink truly shows...
Manifested in shaded reality,
My hair black and so are my nails,
But you judged me by what you have seen,
And that's where you truly have failed...
So I sit here sequestered in silence,
The mascara smeared by the tears,
All because you can't see past the ink,
I am victim of all of your fears...
What gives you the right to judge me,
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
Divergence knows there's no boundaries,
Forever shattered and torn...
