Oh My Goth!

I know I prefer to hurt

it seems to comfort me and burn

I never asked for it - question.

I never wanted it to end

I know that I die gracefully in vain

I know inside deteriorates in pain

you're such a part of me

I can't believe it's real

I crawl in my black box to hide

I welcome misery with pride

takes turns in whipping me I bleed

enjoy the fantasy and greed

Oh my Goth!

Subject me to your world

Oh My Goth!

Take pleasure in my hurt