ZEST - GOTHIC

You slumped into a chair,
All the blood drained from your lips.
Your black and flowing clothes,
Revealed spindly fingertips.

Eyes deep and dark, face pale with iciness,
Like the moon.
Yet something seemed to shine from you,
Alone, in that room.

A person walked in the room,
And did a double-take.
"My God!" they yelled, "Someone! Quick;
Somebody has just died!"

"Not in here, they haven't", you said,
"You've made a mistake.
To tell you the truth,
I've never felt quite so alive."

11 April 2002