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Freeterhiki
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Hey just something i wrote a while back. Im not sure what this poem/rant is about but im guessing It should be called "Emo Catch-22" or some EEEEMMMOOOOO shizt. HOPE U LIKE!
One dark afternoon,
In a small dark room,
A soul was afloat with unrest.....
For this young mind drowns,
By the words of these clowns,
That strike deep to an impressionable chest,
His face a discrace,
With darkness he paints,
From a widowed path these memories come back,
Tied to a wrath,
Obstructing the path
No man can sing to lament....
This childs cold life,
Will soon meet a knife,
Filled with an untouchable dusk,
This air of death,
No time is left,
To imprison personas to bow.
Finite is now,
He shows the world how,
A MAN TAKES HIS FINAL BREATH!!!
YAY!!! WE GOT ONE EMO VOTE!!
One dark afternoon,
In a small dark room,
A soul was afloat with unrest.....
For this young mind drowns,
By the words of these clowns,
That strike deep to an impressionable chest,
His face a discrace,
With darkness he paints,
From a widowed path these memories come back,
Tied to a wrath,
Obstructing the path
No man can sing to lament....
This childs cold life,
Will soon meet a knife,
Filled with an untouchable dusk,
This air of death,
No time is left,
To imprison personas to bow.
Finite is now,
He shows the world how,
A MAN TAKES HIS FINAL BREATH!!!
YAY!!! WE GOT ONE EMO VOTE!!