Ah, but they are an acquired taste Alt. You need to be subtle,, skimming a reader's lieracy palette softly, without causing him to feel ill and suicidal.
There is no need to fight about who is the emo poem master.
Of course. Why aren't you guys bowing to me? Xp
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Moving on, I'm gonna change my thread's name...the current title doesn't have that serious ring to it. So don't be suprised if it changes at any point abruptly.....
Since I'm feeling rather depressed today....a poem perhaps my fellow intellectuals?
~It aches~No medication can cure the gloom,
Of the inevitable coming doom.
A thousand spears pierce thy soul,
Me the Devil take into his fold.
The lights are gone from my eyes,
Hark the gallows as the crow flys.
My decayed flesh it will feast on,
Another spirit floats and is gone.
The many hands toss and grab at me,
Too many no where to flee.
Show me the way to the pit of Hell,
Where Kronos was imprisoned and fell.
A sickly pale glow glides and rushes,
Into The Mouth my body it thrusts.
Well, if it isn't good, there's a reason for that. I did it in five minutes.
