Long dark hair cascading to her waist
Deep black eyes glowing for a while
Thick bloody tears run down her face
She could fool anybody with her naive smile

But you should know things aren’t always what they seem
Her mind is filled with devious thought
Provocative silked skin
Yet I know she cannot be touched

So many claim she’s perfect
So many claim they know her
She hides it all inside
But then she speaks and then I drown into her eyes
And I realise she’s my gothic angel

Poor tormented girl
Nobody can help you
You’re prisonner to your demons
They nail you down, they clip your wings
You bottle up your emotions inside, you try to reach me
Spread your bloody wings
And then escape from here

She yearns for comfort in my arms
Trying to warm her cold skin
The silence surrounds us still
As this moment doesn’t seem real

She says « don’t you see, my love
You’re the only one who could save me
Please give me your strength
Please help me »

So many claim she’s perfect
So many claim they know her
She hides it all inside
But then she speaks and then I drown into her eyes
And I realise she’s my gothic angel

I break down and fall on my knees
I hold my head into my hands
And feel her fingers through my hair
They nail you down, they clip your wings
You bottle up your emotions inside, you try to reach me
Spread your bloody wings
And then escape from here

My gothic angel …