Courtnee
05-24-2005, 10:44 PM
The second of December
I had made up my mind.
I decided I was left way too far behind
All I wanted was to end my life with the cut of a blade
So I did it at a quarter ‘till eight
Yes, the plan worked and I had died
But where I went was a big surprise
It was far from heaven and far from hell
“I must be in a Gothic Paradise.” I thought to myself
I had dreamed of this place since I was a child
But I had dreamed of it tender and mild.
For this place were certainly not any of those
Unlike anything you would ever find in Vogue.
Welcoming me were fallen angels from the sky
And they asked me “What brought you to your suicide?”
I tell them “I was unhappy. I am a fallen angel, just like you.”
“Oh, young girl, you were far from us. You had so much left to do!”
“The world rejected me, all the time I was oh so blue!”
“Very well, one day, in this realm you will be a fallen angel, too”
I walk around and find that I am dressed differently than before my death.
My dark, raven hair curly and teased high
And a black corseted dress that is pulled tight.
Black ballet shoes grace my feet
Wrapped until the ribbon meets my knee
“I look beautiful for once in my life!”
And then I remember I’m no longer alive
I sit in the field of Midnight Blue daisies
Everything here seems a little hazy
Suddenly, a voice I hear.
He says “The end is near”.
I see the man who speaks these words
His face is hidden by a dark black hood.
He holds out his hand wanting me to hold
As I grip it I feel deep pains within my soul.
Roses bleeding the blood of torment and hate
But I fear, it’s far too late
Stabbed with the thorns of the bleeding roses,
I look to the clouds that the purple sky composes.
Ravens flying through the air screaming “Nevermore! Nevermore!”
And nevermore is right
I close my eyes and say goodnight
I had made up my mind.
I decided I was left way too far behind
All I wanted was to end my life with the cut of a blade
So I did it at a quarter ‘till eight
Yes, the plan worked and I had died
But where I went was a big surprise
It was far from heaven and far from hell
“I must be in a Gothic Paradise.” I thought to myself
I had dreamed of this place since I was a child
But I had dreamed of it tender and mild.
For this place were certainly not any of those
Unlike anything you would ever find in Vogue.
Welcoming me were fallen angels from the sky
And they asked me “What brought you to your suicide?”
I tell them “I was unhappy. I am a fallen angel, just like you.”
“Oh, young girl, you were far from us. You had so much left to do!”
“The world rejected me, all the time I was oh so blue!”
“Very well, one day, in this realm you will be a fallen angel, too”
I walk around and find that I am dressed differently than before my death.
My dark, raven hair curly and teased high
And a black corseted dress that is pulled tight.
Black ballet shoes grace my feet
Wrapped until the ribbon meets my knee
“I look beautiful for once in my life!”
And then I remember I’m no longer alive
I sit in the field of Midnight Blue daisies
Everything here seems a little hazy
Suddenly, a voice I hear.
He says “The end is near”.
I see the man who speaks these words
His face is hidden by a dark black hood.
He holds out his hand wanting me to hold
As I grip it I feel deep pains within my soul.
Roses bleeding the blood of torment and hate
But I fear, it’s far too late
Stabbed with the thorns of the bleeding roses,
I look to the clouds that the purple sky composes.
Ravens flying through the air screaming “Nevermore! Nevermore!”
And nevermore is right
I close my eyes and say goodnight