Goth Girl Poem by James McLain

He wipes his tears over my eyes.
Silence is my world in which he lives.
Over time it is hard to resist the sand man.
The hour glass figure I have up or down.
I can over come these feelings,
hard is he to withstand.
Without leaving he walks in and out of my life.
In this silent world with him do I live.
Black boots to my knees wrapped around his head.
With him you live with the smell the smell of you.
Giving in once again how can it get any larger.
The flood of the sun leaking out in rivers of dark.
When the shadow inside it is deep.
Being hard to withstand, overcome.
Like the dart board I am red ink, deeply penned.
I am lost in himself it is me that is lost once more.