Gothic

Gothic Is an old poem Written by Aldo Kraas

I burn my past

The blood that is running from my cut

I drink it

Like a devil in the dark

What devil am I?

The Gothic devil

I survive drinking my own blood

I have no shane Anymore

I am the Gothic devil

With a few words my heart is torn and in pain

Because there is a cut in my heart

All the lies I told to everyone

Now flash in my eyes

What once was my good life now remain in ashes

My tainted ashes of love only feed the ashes

Of all lies

Blown in the wind to seek me to die

Under the sweet flowers I lay myself to sleep

I have grown old

I have grown weak

Because all the blood is running out of my heart that is cut

Nobody will stop the blood from running

The sun still shines where I lay under the sweet flowers

My life is now immortal

I am going soon

I am feeling more dizzy and weak each hour

Death is approaching me fast

This time I don't fear death

I accept it

Hurting other people was my sin

And not telling the truth was my second sin

All the things that I've done raise question in my head

I don't do everything perfect

Why should I do?

Yes I can change my thinking

But I think I still have time for that

I still have time to say forgiveness

Before I go to my new home now to die

The hour arrived

I take one more look around where I am

I say good bye to mother earth

I shut my eyes

And now I feel myself going through a deep sleep

My breathing has stopped

Now the Gothic devil is dead and the Gothic devil is me

Nothing I can see or feel

It was a wonderful day to die

It was a perfect time

Now I just lay frozen like a stone beneath the sweet flowers where I once stood

Someone carried me, the gothic devil

And buried me in the cemetery

My body is there

But my spirit is in heaven