☬ ~> Storm <~ ☬ Profile: ☣ Hi, if I'm following you, it's because I find your profile, or lack of one - interesting! I'm 15, dating Carolynn 17. I'm a white male, straight, Scandinavian, standing 6'3" bare-foot (139) lbs. Want more? Let's see, still tall & thin, with blue eyes and longer than shoulder length, straight blonde hair - longer than yours, LOL, and a pierced left ear. I have a tattoo of the Viking rune of good fortune and safe travel. Born in Kallax Sweden, raised in :Düsseldorf Germany, and currently living in Florida USA. I read, write & play music! Rocking out with my Gibson Les Paul Black Beauty triple humbucker guitar and vintage Marshall Amps; gothic poet - song lyrics......about sums it up, want to know more, post (industrial-constructive) comments.|||||
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|||||• A Gothic Phoenix, by Storm 3-1-15 •
A lacey black parasol shields her delicate white complexion from the Sun;
Her pallid appearance of death is accentuated in black mascara for fun.
Long black hair, lips, blue eyes outlined in black eye-liner, long lashes;
Snake bite piercing, a 21st century beauty risen from Victorian ashes!
She's fond of small animals that have died a natural death;
With a morbid touch she lays them to rest moments after their final breath.
With the spectre of Death forever present, in Death's hand a razor sharp scythe;
My Gothic Princess delights with her somber, slightly sinister outlook on life!
||||||• Wild White Horse, by Storm 2-25-15 •
Galloping wild and free across the open plains;
No saddle upon its back, no leather reins.
Wild white horse, blue eyes, blonde tail and mane;
Sculptured strength no man will ever tame.
|||||||• Tribute to Kaya Lili, Goth Queen from Belfast Northern Ireland - check her out on YouTube - "Toxic Tears", by Storm 2-17-15 •
In an ancient graveyard, Kaya contributes her macabre touch;
Something dark, yet delightfully sinister and such.
Grey skies threaten rain on a morose winters day;
My pallid Gothic beauty, with black parasol, views the heavens and decides to stay.
Fashionably attired in ebony lace and black satin;
She strolls slowly past marble gravestones chisled in Latin.
An epitaph catches her lovely eye: "Transimus Viam Hanc Sed Semel";
Her grey skies fade to black, and the toxic rain fell.
||||||||(Hope you enjoyed my new Gothic Poem / Lyrics. Does anyone read this stuff...idk).
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