the diary of a gothic soul--and believer!!

What a scared soul

The most allowed to horror in this world

Macabre creatures around me

Swallowing happiness from inside me

So, then, the world becomes overturned

Increasing anxiety in my soul, too burnt

By the coldest fire of depression

Which drags my heart to the deepest floor

With rusty hooks provokes a repression

Of all bright memories in this soul. 

But, oh! My Lord! I know you’re there

You are just here, and everywhere!

My love for you comforts this poor

Soul of mine, in a life too sour

sharpening thorns between lungs for

Obstructing breathing with a pitiless power 

Eyes wide open the whole night

Suffering, weeping, in a suffocated silence

Trying to calm my heart that might

Tear my soul for the world’s violence