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Yes/No



Design: NoBrain
Picture: DeviantArtist

...Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies...

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 ...

...Something About This Goth Girl....

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

Soft, dark, and dreamless...

Midnightmare
BaT
Chupawa Witch
Dunjich
Unbroken
Snow White Queen

...My sweet Pandemonium...

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

Sparkling angel I believe,You were my savior in my time of need...

Sparkling Angel

Rasirenih bijelih krila,andjele moj,u najljepsoj
prljavo bijeloj haljini,bio si moj cuvar.
Paranormalno,znam,ali osjecala sam tvoju radost.
Tvoji osjecaji,bili su moji.
Prekrasnih bijelih krila,andjele moj,stitio si me.
Tvoja su mi krila davala zivotnu snagu,andjele.
Posjecivao si me u snu,smijali smo se zajedno.
Dijelili smo snove,radost i bol.Srecu i tugu.
Andjele moj.

Jedne kisne,hladne noci,
dosao si na prozor moj.
Slomljenih krila,crne haljine.
Tvoja aureola,andjele moj,izbljedila je.
Te kisne,hladne noci,nepomicno sam
lezala u krevetu.
Bolnim pogledom,gledala sam te slomljena,
dok suze prekrivas i bolno se smijesis.
Uzaludan je bio svaki tvoj pokusaj vracanja
osmijeha na moje blijedo lice.
Nada je vec davno izgubljena,andjele moj.
Hladni dah izlazio je iz usta,dok
hladne,promrzle usne jedva,tiho,
izgovarase tvoje ime.

Te,noci,andjele moj,
dobih krila boje ugljena,haljinu crnu,
srebrnoga veza.
U tami,prisao si mi tiho,poklonio ruzu
i sapnuo njezno
rijeci koje oslobodile su me.
U tami,ti i ja plesali smo na simfoniji
crne kisne noci.

Moj andjele...
Jos uvijek osjecam svaki tvoj strah,svaku tvoju
radost,svaku tvoju suzu
Svaki tvoj osjecaj.
Tvoj njezni dodir daje mi snagu,
hladni poljubci tvojih usana
brisu sve moje strahove,sve moje suze.
Oduzimaju moj duh.

U tami noci,rasirenih krila,
moj andjeo i ja plesemo
po zvijezdama,na simfoniji noci,
na mjesecevoj svjetlosti.

SweeTGoth
14.6.2008