Dark Delectable Delicious Destructive -

Poems For Goths, Gangsters and Other Mysterious Souls

by Nick Armbrister

PATH

There was one who taught me all, as she taught the witch

at the other side of the estate. We are meant to be the best,

no one touching us on our path.

Me and you, together we had it all,

I met you in the Crystal Chamber. You became my wife,

me the goth, you the witch, fairy tale story.

I became your student and learned all I could,

we toured Europe, saw the best gigs, had our tattoos.

My past caught up with me, tore us apart,

not a cat in hell’s chance. Those mind's eye images

that nearly killed me, us, snapped at my heals for many a year.

You wanted my baby, why you married me, loved

me, would die for me.

You asked do I want to see my daughter?

Past demons tore me apart, the fall of us.

I married you for the companionship, it seems I was wrong.

You caught my shit, not your fault, for this I am sorry.

It had to end, I wasn’t happy.

Now years later, you got a new husband, got your child, are complete.

I got my gothic rebirth – The Gathering.

Got to see this majestic band, meet them.

Annie loved her words upon my arms, a reason to live.

My magical path is now solely my own, ours just a memory.

My writing is now my existence, gothic metal

the soundtrack to my life, warplanes my heavenly devilish dream.

I don’t know all of the answers, not even why we split:

Nick and her…