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From a Goth's POV
Not trying to be someone else;
My words are hollow, like myself;
A vagabond, prowling for her true self,
To walk in a straight line, she's compelled.
Gasping for breath,
I'm being choked to death;
The Lord is my savior,
Still, Lucifer is my strength;
Adulating him, i go to bed.
The air is toxic, iniquity reigns,
My palms sweat, my heart pains;
The world is a black hole,
And I'm its minion to be maimed.
© Satak 4147
My words are hollow, like myself;
A vagabond, prowling for her true self,
To walk in a straight line, she's compelled.
Gasping for breath,
I'm being choked to death;
The Lord is my savior,
Still, Lucifer is my strength;
Adulating him, i go to bed.
The air is toxic, iniquity reigns,
My palms sweat, my heart pains;
The world is a black hole,
And I'm its minion to be maimed.
© Satak 4147
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