"Die Gothic-Szene gilt als sehr ästhetische, introvertierte und ausgesprochen friedliche Kultur mit meist sensiblen, wenn auch mitunter etwas wirklichkeitsfremden Mitgliedern, die meist der Mittelschicht entstammen" - Wikipedia.

(...) Die Liebe ist so ernst.Sie macht das Blut schwer und dunkel. Ich verstehe die andern nicht, die sich lachend an den Händen halten und laut und unbekümmert sind. Man müßte langsam nebeneinander gehen,und unsere Gesichter müßten still und enst sein, aber unsere Seelen würden Lächeln(...) (herta Kräftner kühle Sterne)

The 'Vincent'-Poem, written by Tim Burton. Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven' and children's stories by Dr. Seuss Vincent Malloy is seven years old He's polite and always does as he's told For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice But he wants to be just like Vincent Price He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented and wander dark hallways alone and tormented Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie So that he and his horrible zombie dog could go searching for victims in the London fog His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go" Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe. One night while reading a gruesome tale he read a passage that made him turn pale Such horrible news he could not survive For his beautiful wife had been buried alive He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed His mother sent Vincent off to his room He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife. While alone and insane incased in his doom Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room She said, "If you want, you can go out and play It's sunny outside and a beautiful day." Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak the years of isolation had made him quite weak So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen: "I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again." His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead These games you play are all in your head You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy You're seven years old, and you are my son I want you to get outside and have some real fun." Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall While Vincent backed slowly against the wall The room started to sway, to shiver and creak His horrored insanity had reached its peak He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave and heard his wife call from beyond the grave She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams swept his mad laughter to terrified screams To escape the badness, he reached for the door but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor His voice was soft and very slow As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe: "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted...Nevermore."