She is here, the girl is here-
She has returned, to calm my fears.
The girl of my dreams
Adorned in black;
She glides to the beat
Of her own gothic soundtrack.
Her pale white skin, so soft so clear;
With her cherry red lips
She has the aura of a seer.
She can foretell my future
In one moment of truth;
Or drag memories crying
From my wasted youth.
But she is not real-
This girl of my dreams.
Still, my heart pleads to meet her:
As it screams and it screams.
