Gothic Pride.

We walk this long road

With darkness in our hearts and souls

With mascara resting across our eyes like tears ready to fall

With nails as dark as the night sky

And black lipstick embracing our mouths like death’s own lips

We dawn the black dress or black suit, caressing our pale flesh like the sun’s own warmth

With makeup worn like a mask, but never to hide our true selves

And black hair worn like crowns atop our heads

We walk this long, beautiful road

Those in the light say we die in the dark

But they are blinded by the light, and burn like moths to a flame

We may look like the walking dead, but we are more alive than they will ever be

We dwell in the dark

We hear its call

We embrace it, as it embraces us.