For every light, there is shadow.
We are the ones that walk the delicate path between
Light and Dark
Life and Death.
We are those that strive to be different, that are different
One may ask us, “Why do you walk this path of pain,
Of Sorrow? Why are you this way?”
And we cannot answer them in words,
For it is something that we struggle with every passing day
Here, we try and describe our feelings,
Through words,
Through art,
Through any medium we choose.
Are you one of us? Can you understand us?

Here among the deserted trees we ride,
From neither death nor cold do we hide,
For we are the ones chosen by fate,
Consumed by a hunger nothing can sate.

We are the ones called “special” and “different”.
We are the loners and the Goths,
Anyone that can see the darker side,
And in our art, we confide.
We do not know why we are this way,
The origins of our emotions we cannot say.
It is one of the greater mysteries of life,
And with every breath we take, we roll the dice.

Ready to accept what may be around that corner,
Be it solitude, or death, or dark, or any of the former.
So we meet here now,
With kindred spirits we do vow,
To show the world our ways,
So that the entire earth may feel our sway.

Know us, but do not fear us.
We seek to do you no harm.
Only to tell the world how we feel.
Come with us, now, see what you will,
And let our plight be known
And witness the suffering that is our own.