Here is a new one for you, this one means something to me so don’t be kind. I want your true opinions, enjoy!



Alone was Victor, a tortured boy.
He knew what real, innocent love was for he had it once.
But he had been moved to a foreign city, and so he lost it.
More concerned with him self he never thought there could be others being hurt by his actions.
Slowly the metalhead Victor found a lifestyle that he felt at home with.
He had found the Gothic lifestyle and it agreed with him.

His next love was no love at all.
Manipulative and cruel was she.
At all times in public three steps behind her he must always stay.
The skater girl, had taught him pain and called it love.
In his room one day she makes a plan, they were to engage in public for the world to see.
Poor innocent Victor believed her, blinded he obeyed and was humiliated.

Alone is Victor, the dead soul.
His emotions struck to stone, he was no longer alive.
Eating, sleeping, relieving him self, his only actions.
Accursed Victor, true death a release.
Days to months with no day nor night that he had noticed.
Months to years and all was the same.

A true love for Victor.
His Gothic love had called to him again.
Slowly, painfully emotions came to him once again.
A girl for Victor, one that could tell his pain without needing to ask.
Every way his equal, as if shown through a mirror.
Again there was once more hope in the poor boy, as she bit his lip.
As innocent and damaged as Victor.

And now I must say no more of Victor.
His tale far from done.
To be continued we shall prey.
Far into the future this, the tale of Victor.
In love, true honest love, never to end.