Gothic

Enslaved by passion
Despised by reason
Emotions unwitting
Slowly succumbing

A tear fall
A sudden troll
Mind blurry
This thing is crazy

Room is cold
With nobody to hold
Songs doesn't matter
When we are shattered

Night is creepy
Its silence is eerie
Days are bland
Without your hand

Seclusion is healing
But this time it's weakening
Is there an end to this battle?
Or it's just another shuffle?


*in moments of solitude