Gothic Childe

Lost, My Sweet Gothic Childe
How we see even when our eyes are closed
Paint your face in masks of shadows
To try and hide this truth of who you are
Walk these street wearing a plastic smile so they cannot see.

Forgotten, My Sweet Gothic Childe
How you wore your bloodied heart upon your sleeve
Wrapped in black satin ribbons and tarnished gold foil to hide the cracks
Not to let another see your scars, the broken and battered you
Moving through this world looking like some porcelin doll on display.

Broken, My Sweet Gothic Childe
How you fall like shards of shattered glass upon stone
Stained in blood you cannot shelter from the rain
Trying to hide the blade you ran across your pale flesh
Walking the world with razor blades laced upon your soul
Hiding your truth so none will know your suicidal tendancies.