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Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you
I am nothing more than to see you there
And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn ...
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less _gone_?
_All_ that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
_One_ from the pitiless wave?
Is _all_ that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe
'Twas noontide of summer,
And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold--too cold for me--
There passed, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Edgar Allan Poe
Midnightmare
BaT
Chupawa Witch
Dunjich
Unbroken
Snow White Queen
Gothic Girl
You can see her
Whenever it rains
From Rome to New Orleans
Dancing on the graves
Burden by the heart
She loves her sunglasses after dark
And every single day her little life falls apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying
Just like a gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Darkerside jewel are your razor cuts for real - baby
You can see
She's on her road to ruin
Stigmata from crucifixion
On her pale white skin
Tribal pagan art
She loves her tattooed Egyptian mark
And every single day her love will tear us apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying
Just like a gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Always so dramatic, Christ, I want you, gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Darkerside jewel are your razor cuts for real - baby
The69Eyes
Marian
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....
I hear you calling Marian
Across the water, across the wave
I hear you calling Marian
Can you hear me calling you to
Save me, save me, save me from the
Grave...
Marian
Marian, there's a weight above me
And the pressure is all too strong
To breathe deep
Breathe long and hard
To take the water down and go to sleep
To sink still further
Beneath the fatal wave
Marian I think I'm drowning
This sea is killing me
Was ich kann und was ich könnte
(What I can do and what I could do)
Weiss ich gar nicht mehr
(I just don't know anymore)
Gib mir wieder etwas schönes
(Give me something beautiful again)
Zieh mich aus dem Meer
(Drag me from the sea)
Ich höre dich rufen, Marian
(I hear you calling Marian)
Kannst du mich schreien hören
(Can you hear me screaming?)
Ich bin hier allein
(I am here alone)
Ich höre dich rufen, Marian
(I hear you calling Marian)
Ohne deine hilfe verliere ich mich in diesem Ort
(Without your help I am lost in this place)
The Sisters Of Mercy
You're lost little girl
Otvorila je oci,polako,oprezno.Duboko u sebe udahnula je zrak novoga dana.
Oko nje bilo je samo crnilo,sivilo.Monotoniju nepoznate sobe ubijala je boja crvenih ruza.Malena prostorija mirisala je slatkasto.Nesto ju je odvlacilo prema jezeru na kojem je provodila dane.Bijela haljina na kojoj se nalazila krvava mrlja,viorila se na vjetru.Dugo je hodala.Bila je izgubljena.Izgubljena i sama u ovom svijetu.
Duboko je udahnula.Taj miris...Nekako joj je poznat.Sjecanja su navirala sama od sebe...Iako nebo danas bilo je mracno,iako kisa padala je,trava danas bila je najzelenija,jezero najbistrije,drvo najbujnije.Nikad nije vidjela ljepsi prizor,nikada nije ovo mjesto pamtila tako lijepim.Ispod starog drveta opazila je dnevnik.Uzela ga je i vracala se u proslost.
Prva stranica njenoga zivota...Bila je u prelijepoj haljini,boje najljepse trule tresnje.Duga kosa padala joj je niz ramena.Bljestavilo,glazba...Odjednom,klizila je.Klizila je po plesnom podiju.Stari sat otkucao je ponoc.Izisla je na balkon.Hladni zrak godio joj je.Gledala je u zvijezde...
Druga stranica njenoga dnevnika....Prelijepa haljina lezala je na njenom krevetu.Ta haljina bila je posebna.Govorila je mnogo toga o njoj,njezinom zivotu.Ta haljina pricala je posebnu pricu.
Treca,cetvrta,peta stranica....Sve vise i vise shvaca da je izgubljena u ovom svijetu.Da je sama.Listala je,preokretala pozutjele stranice citajuci razmrljana slova crne tinte.Uspomene su se budile.Tisinu prekinulo je rominjanje hladne kise.Odlazi kako bi se sklonila.Ugledala je veliku povorku uplakanih ljudi,obucenih u crno.Odlazili su do drveta.U povorci je vidjela gomilu ljudi koje voli,koji su bili tu samo za nju,uz koje se nije osjecala izgubljenom.Trci prema osobi koju voli vise od zivota .Snazno ju grli.Ne osjeca nista.Ne shvaca.Ne razumije.
Zar ju je najvaznija osoba izdala?Osjetila je nelagodu,tugu u njezinim ocima.Trci dalje.Grli,ljubi....Nista.Ogledala je oko sebe.Bijela haljina stsinula joj se uz mokro tijelo,a sa duge kose cijedile su se kapljice vode.Crvena mrlja sad se jos vise razmrljala.Stala je i slusala.Slusala je najiskrenije,najljepse rijeci upucene samo njoj.Niz njezno,blijedo lice padale su suze,jedna za drugom.
Dosla je do zadnje stranice dnevnika na kojemu je duboko bilo utisnuto njeno ime.
Moje ime.Dosla sam do zadnje stranice svoga zivota.Sada ostaje samo praznina.Sada ostaje samo onaj osjecaj,onaj glas koji govori mi:,,Izgubljena si,malena djevojcice.''
Otvaram novu praznu stranicu zivota,ako se to moze nazvati novim zivotom.Koracam dalje u neki novi,nepoznati svijet.Koracam dalje i polako nestajem u magli tmurnog dana,ostavljajuci za sobom samo trag uvenulih ruza...
By SweeTGoth,11.travanj 2008.
