Gothic Art

Gothic Art

If u love dark Gothic Fantasy. This is the place for you. Full of beautiful Classic Art.

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                                            Prison Gates 
	Prison gates won’t open up for me with these hands and knees I’m crawling. And many days go by and it seems that I’m falling. These broken wings won’t break my fall. I don’t see very clearly I don’t see at all. 
	Heavens gates won’t open up for me, with these broken wings I’m falling. I break my fall I see the light of these dark and haunted nights. Torn, broken, feeling helpless without a fight. How can I see the light? 
	By these four walls that stand I’m brought down by command. To break free see the road that is paved amber and the skies are stained gray. Oceans that are vast and blue summers are long. Stars are hue just like a merry little song … 
	Prison gates sparkle in the night, the moon is high but I know I’m right. To survive is one, by if you make through:  I’ll never be lost without you. Spider webs drop with dew creating rainbows that shimmer and flew. In this cell holds a hidden truth. I will escape. I will come through. 
	Do not cry do not pout I’ll make through with no worry any doubt. I count the days, the years; the month’s anything’s feels like I. Well not one no count. 
	Tell me why, just say for me say to me and I’ll leave this life behind me. Show me what it’s like to be the last one standing. Teach me wrong from right. I’ll show you what I can be. 
	 These cuffs that hold me here are bound to my heart. Where it’s cold an icy here. The snow that appears on my face sparkles and glitters in place. Magic grows inside of me. Like a flower that is ready to blossom into life. If I could only feel right. 
	Prison gates won’t open up for me with these hands and knees I’m crawling. And many days go by and it seems that I’m falling. These broken wings won’t break my fall. I don’t see very clearly I don’t see at all. 
	Heavens gates won’t open up for me, with these broken wings I’m falling. I break my fall I see the light of these dark and haunted nights. Torn, broken, feeling helpless without a fight. How can I see the light? 
	How can I see the light, on these dark and haunted nights? I’m so scared to the bone. I’m shaking in my boots without hope without a home. 
	If I look to find my dark corners within myself. I’ll be free from this chain and link that keeps me here. For if there is a light at the end of this tunnel. I will seek it, grab it and find my way once again. 
	Prison gates lock me tight on these cold and harsh nights. The snow settles on the ground in this cell where I am bound. Beauty is in the skies as comets glide and brighten the winter night. 
	Heavens gates won’t open up for me with these broken wings I’m falling. All I see is you. Can’t you wait for me, can’t I make you see… 
	Just say it for me, say it to me and I’ll leave this life behind me. If you stand by me. Come with me. 
	Prison gates won’t open up for me with these hands and knees I’m crawling. And many days go by and it seems that I’m falling. These broken wings won’t break my fall. I don’t see very clearly I don’t see at all. 
	Heavens gates won’t open up for me, with these broken wings I’m falling. I break my fall I see the light of these dark and haunted nights. Torn, broken, feeling helpless without a fight. How can I see the light?  
	How can I see the light? 
	

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