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THE WORDS OF A DEAD SOUL
Words Of FaLLeN DaRkNeSs
The Darkest Moment


I am what I feared I would become.... Nothing... and alone.
I have no one to run to and talk to.. The ones I do, dont
understand.
I am lost. I have no one to love, and no one loves me.
Im dead, I dont exist. I dont exist to anyone...
I no longer matter.
I’m a slut
I have a reputation...
i have no friends...
I believe...
I hate...
LIFE!
LOVE!
PAIN!
There is no such thing when you dont exist....
Everything is just a dream,
And many dreams are wasted.
And being wasted is what I have become
I have become nothing more then what I fear.
I have become a worthless skin
Rotting away
disappearing
dead.

DREAMER

Thoughts come to me
Darkness.
Alone , by myself.
I’m not used to it.
Lying, in my freezing cold bed
Holding my blade
and thinking.
Thinking....
What am I doing here?
Why?
Why, do I have to take the pain that every day brings.
The blade burning, making my hand itch.
Saying good bye to everyone in my mind....
Thinking about who would care,
and oddly enough, where my stuff would go.
Where I would be taken to....
Holding the blade in my hand...
I sigh...
And close my eyes....

POEM OF DARKNESS
My eyes open and i see, i see the world and what i could be.
I see my life 10 years down the road and the stories i had told.
My mind has not yet seen the tragedy i will go through.
I am starting to fear, fear fear it self.
My senses are a little to deep to be feeling what i feel.
I feel eternal darkness, because i feel i had taken the wrong path.
My feet traveled the wrong way. God knew it was for a reason.
I never really understood what life was about and how i was dealing with it.
My heart knew there was something wrong.
I look to the past and remember all the rights and wrongs i had written and what
My mind had tought me.
I was tought to look above me into the light of the sky and wait for a reply.
My life was never right and we all understood.
I was in my own area of time and did my own things.
My life, it was, my life. My darkness.
1999, 6, §eptember.


The Definition of Goth
By Esher RavenFire

    How many diffrent times have you asked what "goth" is? How many diffrent answers have you gotten? Hundreds?Thousands? There are more answers and diffinitions then there are cars on the road. Who's right? Who's Wrong? To put it bluntly, who cares?!
    You want to know what it is? I can tell you what it means to me. So you can take it anyway you want.
     The Gothic subculture has been around since the 60's, and its gone many changes and many generations. Now its the year 2000. THere are many who abuse the currently recognised gothic dress style for attention, or depression, etc.
    To me, being "goth" is a lifestyle of exploration, seeking out the darker aspects of our emotions, of our minds. Its not just depression. It is definately not a road to suicide I am who I am, not to embrace death out of self-pity, depression or any other reason. I don't seek death in any way. In my opinion, being Goth  is recogning death simply as another stage in life. Seeing the awesome beauty of darkness in all forms. Goth  is fantisies, of pale faced, leather clad beautiful vampires. Strolls on a warm night under the light of a full moon. Feeling the awe and respect for every nocturnal creature , every fevered nightmare, every shadow flikering on the edge of a street light's glow. But, above all, Goth is about, not fearing darkness in any of its forms. To truly understand what I belive is Goth, look deep into your own soul and embrace the darkness within it. For everyone has that darkness. But we aren't afraid to delve into it.

  "Blood, Beauty, and Black- Three words that make my heart tremble" -Dark Ravn



           -Esher

       R eaching For Nothing...By Esher RavenFire

Why do we seek love knowing we'll never attain it, at least not forever. We may find it yes, but as an old friend say,, "It always ends in tragedy" Either by the lovers breaking up or being seperated by the hateful void called death. There is always something that rips us from our love in the end. I believe in the emotion strongly, but I also realize, that no matter what happens, the outcome will always be the same. I'll be torn from it and thrown into a chaotic world of pain or I myself will die leaving the one I love without me. I did at one point give up on it. At least for awhile, but then I realized, despite the outcome, I needed it to survive. I needed someone by my side to confide in. Trust. Protect. To love.. Perhaps in a way, that is what it means to be alive.

Poems by Eclipse ~ www.Geocities.com/Eternal_hate2001


EMPTINESS

Caught in a rift of nothingness
Nobody here...non existence
One thing left is but only
a heart of crystal, cracking and bleeding
Letting every drop fall forever
An endless fall into eternity
But is it all a dream
Or is it reality
The loss of emotions
Leaves m searching forever
No understanding of anything
Lost forever, for all eternity
It leaves me with a voided emptiness

THE END
Blood trickling, running, falling
Death is coming, death is calling
Tears of glass so fragile, so precious
They fall and shatter all around us
Sounds of sadness echo from afar
If to heal, it would surely scar
Save the soul from voided blackness
They search, they cry, they bleed, they die
All over, done with...no more

ALL'S LOST
Tears of blood
Running, Trickling
Life lost, emotions mixed
Hurt so painful, can it be fixed
A heart so cold, black as night
My life poses an endless fight
Death, sorrow, resentment
What do I do
Where do I go
Kill me, end my life
I've nothing left...

SOULS/LIFE
The darkness of love and life
The light of hate and greed
Paths in life misunderstood
Try to make it better, so good
The feeling it brings, to one, to all
Prevents us from taking the unwanted fall
Release the hate from wandering souls
So that they may be free
Bring them back from the void
As I feel the void is me
Escape feels so impossible, so hard
They haunt me, the soul in the yard
Release them, release them
Let them free

LOVE LOST
My heart, burning, melting
Losing the meaning of feeling
Love is the definition of betrayel
Which drags me down forever
Gone is the love I wish I had
Feelings...emotions dying
Crying inside...it starts to flood
A broken heart, which floats in pieces
Love lost, as though gone forever
Love...no more

OVER WITH
Times of joy, long forgotten
Left alone in desolence
The darkness of eternity
Love lost forever
Emotions dying slowly
As though blood
running down my wrist
Grief and pain
strikes my heart
like a poison arrow
I lay dying, paralized
As the world slowly
fades away...
Then...blackness,
It's over....