I'm clicking your fingers
For a gothic twilight
That actually existed
Just in your head
Your fingernails painted black
Or blood-red
I forget
And your fake-leather volumes
Jabbering on hell
Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
Your eyes tried so hard to glitter
A star-snuffing black
So you opened your books
And you opened your legs
And so opened your heart
And let in the badness
You claimed as your friend
With un-angels hovering
Like flies 'round the ordure
That had covered your soul
Their empire increasing
And your country deserted
By yourself
The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
That life is with end
And the gestures can kill us
Moreover, destroy
And there is one judgment only
Your letters came daily
In French or in German
But they meant to me nothing
I caught the slow cords
And dry ice
Fogging your mind
I see all too clearly now
Why you could be discarded
And though I could pray for you
I probably shan't
Having had my cup filled up
With your lies and your makeup
You were nothing
Thinking you're something
And nonetheless, I still write this gothic love song
A sign to myself
And memory of my past
I still write this gothic love song
A sign to myself
And a memory of my past
And a way to shut out your face
