Emo........

When it rain, It floods. Water raise like the Moon. But What’s wrong? Why is she sitting on the floor, in the corner. Why is she in a bright room but in the darkest corner? Nyctophobia? Exodus 10:21 & Matthew 8:12 drawn on the walls with the paint running, still wet. Tell me the story. Answers my Whys. She does, with a picture. I read her colors and dark images. I now feel her pain. Some say it’s the self esteem. Some say it’s the missing of love. To me forever. She pours out to me like wine, like a watch this gets better with time. They watch and try to anticipate. Dark angels, Bright demons. Sometimes you have to going thru the pain to experience the joy. She was murdered with his love. This feeling Transformed from light to dusty grey, each sinew embroidered day by day. Dam this room got a lot gloomy and arctic quick. Leaching vows of eternal spring, Failed dreams on bloody skin. Her house of glass, A hostage wearing its deathly mask, so she tinted her widows. Tortured mind fragments its pain. Impervious once, now insane. You lucid dreams were wasted truth, love became the hanging noose. This stage should be forbidden in the human soul, for not even one can yearn for control. Control of the shadow side on the heart. Shadow of love. Aspersion painted across ardent irises, bleeding fallacies amongst the orchids, planted to pave her personal Eden. Facades of this amiss world, esoteric of acidic aromas arise, to awake liquid anarchy. Her Tears turn to rose petals, Rose petals into poems. A poem's just a poem, Till they say its a piece of art. Light a poem on fire, sad ones burn the best she tells me. I just wonder, but I wait and let her finish her tale. I’m a d-boy yea I’m a Dreamer, so I put myself in her shoes. A black beach with soy colored sand on Dooms day. Those screwed memory hunt me, made me regret, the demon really shows, my body shivers with disbelief staring into emotions wanting to escape. She caged hers in, in a hollow heart. My heart. Her words overtake me. In a dark room we sit at peace, the love which we knew, was ripped at the seem. As i swam those sweet thoughts. The dead do not suffer the living, so why should the living suffer the dead. Clearly I’m living so what doesn’t that mean?

A child lives within with a pair of scissors and cut off the wings of the butterflies. A soul growing but not fading & pain that’s not decaying. Owls Flying out of windows, Sadness Running thru the corridor. I Watch the shadows Emerging from the moonlight. Sins make our destiny. Everyone is a goon she tells me. Goons? Yea Goon, She laughs for she’s a ghoul. But Moons Don't Mope. Huh? The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own. A million light reflections pass over me. The source is bright and endless. It resuscitates the hopeless without her (the moon) we are lifeless satellites drifting. She tells me her Supercilious Dream, that Once upon a time… On a hill not far away the sun was shining brightly on a magical young day. Smiles on the children, giggles in the air, bliss in the water. A love that all do share. The fields were full of laughter.. The hills were full of song. Kids die and bleed just a lil more. Screams unheard because of the high pitch scud missiles in flight. Because humans want to fight each other over oil. Gots to love the United States. Razor blade kiss, just another French kiss to the world. Dam She’s deep.

I understand now. I fall, heart first into the abyss. limited existence created by He who pulls the puppet strings, but I don’t like being caged so I fly free. The death of a hero, Godspeed my son please return safe the other birds sing to me. The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil. The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.Black Bees with no cautious stripes, bee hives with oil not honey.Now I sit in the corner like an onion without layers. Burning despair and ice-cold darkness. Darkness jaws with which to devour love. Not all scars show, not all wounds heal Sometimes you can't always see the pain someone feels. Why do people tell you to believe in what you want to but then tell you not to believe in the one true thing you do believe in? My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light. Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, which remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words. Emotional hardcore, EmoCore. Dam, obfuscation and obscure views now I see what she saw and the Whys. Specious, that false look of truth & genuineness. Emo, feeling your inner self.