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Well . . Guess the most of us here have heard about the "nice" Phelps family and their ( with christian love filled ) church . . the Westboro Baptist Church , and the site rodent best guess is the probably love us here at Gothers as well . . !  Or does god really hates us , and we will all burn in hell . . ? Anyway . . The rat coulden´t care less , because he has booked a table in Valhalla . . HMmmm . . Wonder what the Phelps family would say about that , and they hate Sweden too beside everyone/everything else they hate . . HEHEHE . . Guess all religious groups have their crackpots saying they´re the only one who has accescode/key to the pearly gate and the rest of us are condamned infidels . . !  Here´s a lil´link with some fun reading for U guys´n dolls who aren´t familiar with these mental cases . . http://www.godhatesfags.com/#  . . Njoy folks . . ! . . . .  ..  .  ~~(@)"> . . . ~~O">

It's the middle of the night

And I'm lying awake

Just listening to the wind outside

It blow into the deepest part of me

It leaves me shattered and weak

I am lost

I don't know who I am any more

My thoughts are as dark as night

As I wonder what might have been

What could have been

I've cried a thousand tears

Wishing it was yesterday

For one more chand

One more moment

But it's over

What is past is gone

I am lost

I am empty

I hold the kitchen knife in my hand

As the blood runs to the floor

I am found

It is but a fanasty

As I live my life of hell

I die a thousand time every night

My body even bears the scars

But as dawn breaks

I awake

Alive

One day it will be over

One day I will be free

Till that day

I lie awake at night 

As the wind

It blows into the deepest part of me

Now i relized been a goth and well been in to the thing's that i am that some people may have to comment on the way that i dress when i'm walking around the streets of dublin but really for a good long time i really though to my self that all the stupied uneddicted people were gone from our Society and what made me think that is cause well me and friend have gone out many time's in the past and i must point out not all my friend's are goth's some are just every day people in to there own thing's and really i have no promble with them and they in turn have none with me like i say were friend...and well the olny comment that i normal get of people are thing's like wow i like your you coat and i've had people come up to me and even ask me where can they get the tee shirt and combats and even boots that i ware and well i'm a friendley guy so i don't mind telling them cause some people really take an intrests and some have kids that are in to the same thing and a lot of people that stop me are goths too they just can't dress the way they like all the time but getting back to my point i really though the days of been called names were gone and that i would not have to write another blog on any website about this but guess what ? yet agian i find my self doing just that.

a friend of mine was just walking home from his girl friends house and was followed a little bit of the way and well theses jackass stood in frount of him so that he could not past and start to called him devil wroshiper and other stupited shit like as he made his way past them thing like ooo i really scared put a spell on me you wriedo freek and other so highley unintellgent thing's before trowing a beer can after him that hit him on the head but ofcourse to avide touble he just keepth on walking now i really ok you may kind of think this crap may happen in town with drunks coming out of clubs and that but at 3pm in the local area as i said i can't believe that tis crap is still and isusse with some people like wake up a smill the coffee people goth's are the same as every one else were human and have feelings and we do get piss off like everyone else and we can fight just like every one else to but we would rather not lower our self unless really its an big deal.

as for my self on this mather i'm really sorry for anyone that may come in to my parth and call me names but i'm not the normal quite type of guy i will fight back and the results of it can indeed be vary nasy for thouse on the other end i ware steel spiked arm bands and i'm not afried to use them and steel toe caps too... call it my battle gear if you wish but i will not take the same crap from Society like i'm irish and a republican this is my country as much as it is the next irish preson and just cause i happen to be a goth don't think that i shy about my right's

I looked into his eyes

What I saw was coldness

He looked like the world had crashed around him

And he had just given up on living

I handed him a piece of candy

He declined

Maybe he was on a diet?

I passes him a note

With a stupid smiling face

He twisted his mouth

In what looked to me like amusment

He was trying to hide

Deep inside

Finally I decided I would

Just smile my damn self

I turned to him and gave him the warmest smile I could manage

He shook his head and

I could see his bright white teeth

From that day on

When I look into his eyes I see

A human with emotions good and bad

I see fear, and hope, anger and restraint

And happiness

He was still quiet

Trying to play it cool

but I could tell he can

Feel again