Electric

This is the tale of two goths,

One on stage, and one in the mosh.

But first to tell you what I know;

You have not a clue who I am, yet I live and breathe your soul.

Your velvet voice infused my MP3,

your holy vision rocking on my television screen.

Leather, tattoos and spikes-

I knew I was falling,

blood, sin and sex-

you are my calling.

Then and there I made a pact,

my entire savings and a train ticket,

on my hometown I turned my back.

Arrived in tinsel town, with just one purpose;

dressed in PVC and fishnets my nerves began to surface.

The mood was righteous; but the line was long,

didn't care about my aching legs,

only longed for your song.

That's when the stretch pulled up,

a monstrous tell-tale wheeled machine.

A swath of Rockstar's pouring out,

you- nowhere to be seen.

This is where I began to doubt,

through the sea of screaming girls as I looked about.

Suddenly it occurred to me;

carbon copies...

Who was I kidding? I wasn't special...

I was one of many.

I re-laced platform boots,

adjusted the skin-tight mini,

and swore by Satan that I would fuckin' meet you;

that it had to be tonight,

in this lost angel city.

Finally, I entered through the door;

a raging black sea of your fans by the score.

Your band, clad in metal;

clutched their instruments on the stage,

your name filling my ears,

chanted across the auditorium,

your arrival fashionably delayed.

I pushed and shoved to get to the front,

my structure failing me,

-battered by studs and elbows-

the language flowing from my mouth more than just blunt.

I drown in their shadows,

is this really where it ends?

I fear my chance to be near you is lost,

I'm screaming and crying out,

but then...

A gap to my left, a squeeze in the right,

their bodies the very Heaven and the Earth

I will move to start this love story right.

I burst free into empty space,

the air here to turns to smoke-

a sign of your coming;

no reason to choke.

The piercing sound of an electric guitar,

that single haunting stroke...

You descend from the catwalks; bare-chested, alit by a set of ebon wings,

chained and pierced in all the right places;

black nailed fingers stacked with rings,

darting across strings,

all the little things...

Euphoria.

Evoke.

Awoke.

I'm here! I'm here!

Right in front of you but you cannot see;

My heart is leaping out at you to find me.

Unlike the way I see you,

you instead,

are only met with my invisibility.

Your music fills my ears, my veins,

You are my religion,

Nail me to your cross,

do what you want with my remains.

I'm five foot two,

but in your presence ten feet tall,

Look at me! Look at me!

Can't you hear me call?

Your eyes sweep the mosh,

left, then right, then left and right again.

You belt out your lyrics,

"Ethereal girl, my Queen of the night.."

-And your pointing right at me!

Staring into my eyes!

It lasts but a moment.

Electric.

My answered prayer.

You know I exist now,

I dreamed, I dared.

You've seen my face,

but you don't know my name,

a worthy pursuit,

when I'm this close to fame.

I'm your ethereal girl, your Queen of the night-

you said so,

told everyone-

right here on this night.

I continue to dance, to cheer, to sing,

I'm dying for your electric gaze,

to find me once again.