Black hair, black clothes
Black hair, black clothes.
Escape the world, it blows.
Then what am I, but another sheep?
Following a crowd of outcasts that don’t want to follow or be followed.
When you seek to be unique,
others follow, copy and ruin.
Ruin your unique and specialness,
ruin your identity.
Black hair, black clothes.
I give up;
I shall follow
and in return be followed.
Black hair, black clothes.
I give in,
I’m a goth.
I’m a freakin stereotypical goth.
Screw unique,
I’m one of them now.
Black hair, black clothes.
Screw the world; it BLOWS!
Darkness
Darkness,
it blankets me.
Darkness,
it’s the unknown.
Surprises fill it,
but little surprises me.
Movement.
Imagination escalates.
Heart accelerates.
Darkness,
frightens some.
Not me.
I embrace it.
