I'm not, but a girl,
insignificant, and small.
People think weakly of me,
violent paintings on my wall.

The world is unforgiving,
well, at least in my eyes.
Could you see things my way,
in blood drenched dispise?

Don't dare ever cross me,
you'll be writhing in pain.
Nothing but violence,
is my infamous fame.

Clouds overhead,
shadowing my face.
You can only find me,
dark corners a black place.

You think you can,
ever know to surmise?
If you ever really knew me,
boy, you'd be surprised.

What hangs from my neck,
it isn't a tie.
It is a rope with no savior,
surely I'll die.


Skulls surround my every move,
people possibly you knew.
I laugh at the people strangling,
now turning blue.

Their skin a pastey white,
reminds me of my own.
I leave them to grovle,
I'm always alone.

No light to shine,
or brighten my day.
In this coffin so dark,
dream, sleep, prey.

No one to save me,
this dead corpse undermined.
My soul is lost,
in hell so undefined.

You may call me pretty,
or gothic, or depressed.
Let me see you deal,
with my life's stress.

Could you ever walk,
with arguments to follow.
I don't think you could,
evil too hard to swallow.

Try to keep up,
if you really try.
You'll find yourself in my world,
curl up and die.

You see I'm not, but a girl,
insignificant, and small.
People think weakly of me,
violent paintings on my wall.