Apr 12, 2006 00:29
The Darkness in my Soul
There's a darkness in my soul,
Where once there was only a hole,
There's a monkey on my back,
I think I'll paint my bedroom black.
Nobody understands what it's like to be me,
My whole life is spent in agony.
I can't decide what's worse, the state of the world...
Or the fact that my mother insists on calling me Jeremy instead of Lord Eugene Malevolent the 1st.
I always stand out in the crowd,
I need to play my music loud,
To drown out the voices in my head,
The voices of the Grateful restless dead.
I've wandered all over this land,
But I've found no one who understands,
Apart from Andrew Eldritch,
And even he's betrayed me,
And says the Sisters of Mercy aren't a Goth Band,
Et Tu Brutus?
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur.
How much did they give you for that Andrew?
Was it 30 pieces of Silver perchance?
Even you turned your back on me,
And my dreams were ripped asunder,
And yes, it might not rhyme or scan,
But sometimes pain and despair AREN'T FUCKING PRETTY!
Alright?
(Has anyone seen my eyeliner?)