Heavenly Father,

if the road of life leads to heaven,

let my lover pass through

his beauty outshines this wicked world.

His beauty glows, oh, it glows,

like the last champagne light at the end of the party.

His beauty endures

as the world grows colder. And, Lord,

let him be your angel,

even if I am left to burn.

His wings shadow the threshold of infinity.

The ...

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My mind is the only place I feel understood.

It’s a direct reflection of the confusion,

The hatred,

The insanity,

And yet it is home to me.

It beckons me back when I wander too far.

It calls my name when I’m lost in the dark.

Yet even with a thousand blessings,

I find myself crawling back towards the Hell

That dwells within me.

The chasm therein is deeper still

Tha...

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Together we go to the nuclear bunker in York.                                                               

You wear red and black how Goth.                                                                          

You’re my pipistrelle bat.                                                                                 

How special is our day out but we hav...

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CLUB DIKHED

Why do chavs go in Satan's Hollow Goth/metal club and act like dickheads?                                              

Because they are dickheads up to no good.                                                                                                             

Pouring lager over people,                                                          ...

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GENERATION

We, the generation of the damned, the lost ones,

the weird ones, the ones you stare at and misunderstand,

as a joke I say Hiroshima was good, let’s do it again!

Do you think I’m mad? I say a man is to be judged

on his actions, not on his memories, wise words for me.

Why are we like this? I have my own answers and know

I’m lucky, I have my music...

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THE DARK TOWER

On the barren northern moors

lies a dark lonely tower.

No one ever goes there,

not a bird sings or a rabbit jumps.

This is the place of loneliness

and of despair and foreboding.

The sky is a leaden grey and

the wind howls around the tower.

Long lost souls cry for release.

Some may be your friends of long ago

or some lo...

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