Dress Code

[Written by EtherealGothica]

Cloaked in black to remember the shadows that protect us

Painted white to remember the appeal of death and eternal dreaming

Wrapped in netting to remember we're caught in a web of our emotions

Adorned in chains to remember the tourture, torment, and punishers that put us here

Hooded face to remember to hide from those who don't understand

Laced up boots to remember that, though we try to escape, we're still trudging waist-deep in existance

Ode To Solitude

[Artist: H.I.M.]

Easy on the eyes
Uneasy on the heart
Sew my wrists shut
Sew my wrists shut
With hope straight into the light shining bright
I dare you to dream this
And I dare you to dream this gone
What I want to know is which makes you smile less

Here's to the pain
The light of the oncoming train
Come on
Ode to solitude in chains
Here's to the pain as always heaven in flames
Bleeding ode to solitude in chains

Map the scars of a heart bruised and torn
Loosen the noose love
Loosen the noose with love
What I want to know is why you keep my hanging

Here's to the pain
the light of the oncoming train
Come on
ode to solitude in chains
Here's to the pain as always heaven in flames
Bleeding ode to solitude in chains

If I should fail (and I will) to stay
Remember not to forget this feeling you have
I've failed
Please pretend it never happened baby

Here's to the pain
the light of the oncoming train
Come on
ode to solitude in chains
Here's to the pain as always heaven in flames
Bleeding ode to solitude in chains

Here's to the pain
the light of the oncoming train
Come on
ode to solitude in chains
Here's to the pain as always heaven in flames
Bleeding ode to solitude in chains

Ode to solitude
Ode to solitude
Ode to solitude
Ode to solitude

Insanity

Don’t know who wrote this, but for all practical purposes it could just as well have been me:

Dear Me,
How are you doing?
I'd answer that myself,
But it's not as much fun.

Dear You,
Things are crappy,
There's something new to deal with every day.
However, I have discovered a fondness for cherry's,
Lately.

Dear Me,
Oh my.
You've been sold and spun,
My dear,
Deer friend.
(Don't look at the lights
Too long)

Dear You,
You've got to stop mumbling to yourself
Folks'll begin to think
You're crazy.
(Which,
Let's be honest,
You are)

Dear Me,
Well,
I believe that those
Who deny insanity
Are the worse off.
But those who admit,
They achieve a lesser degree
Of insanity.