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Array ( [sid] => 51892 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Death Of An Emo [time] => 2004-06-14 13:36:55 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A hole shot through your sweater,
right through to you heart.
Now as you lie on the cold floor,
with your heart ripped apart.
Scattered blood covered glass,
lies next to your face.
From the black framed glasses,
that once stoof upon your face.
No more days of wearing black,
because now you are dead,
and not ever coming back.
At your funeral you will lay,
in your coffin with no more feelings of dismay.
Not even your scarf and sweater,
will keep you warm on this day.
Because you will not be able to feel anything,
ever again as you cold body will lay.
And as the bouquet withers away,
your spirit will begin to fade.
No more sad songs to listen to,
or sad songs to play.
Because there will be,
no sound on this dreary day.
The pain you once felt,
you cried outloud in a song.
All your emotions you felt,
you wrote down in a book.
After your tragic death,
that book was found.
Someone decided to take a look,
and began to read your emotions outloud.
People were finally able to understand,
the pain you hid inside.
And why you had planned,
to hold a gun in your hand.
Then use a bullet to take apart,
your already broken heart. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 32 [informant] => crossmyheartwithaknife [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )

Death Of An Emo

Contributed by crossmyheartwithaknife on Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 01:36:55 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

A hole shot through your sweater,
right through to you heart.
Now as you lie on the cold floor,
with your heart ripped apart.
Scattered blood covered glass,
lies next to your face.
From the black framed glasses,
that once stoof upon your face.
No more days of wearing black,
because now you are dead,
and not ever coming back.
At your funeral you will lay,
in your coffin with no more feelings of dismay.
Not even your scarf and sweater,
will keep you warm on this day.
Because you will not be able to feel anything,
ever again as you cold body will lay.
And as the bouquet withers away,
your spirit will begin to fade.
No more sad songs to listen to,
or sad songs to play.
Because there will be,
no sound on this dreary day.
The pain you once felt,
you cried outloud in a song.
All your emotions you felt,
you wrote down in a book.
After your tragic death,
that book was found.
Someone decided to take a look,
and began to read your emotions outloud.
People were finally able to understand,
the pain you hid inside.
And why you had planned,
to hold a gun in your hand.
Then use a bullet to take apart,
your already broken heart.

Copyright © crossmyheartwithaknife ... [ 2004-06-14 13:36:55]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Death Of An Emo (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 01:55:44 PM AEST
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wow..loved this..great write.

Re: Death Of An Emo (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 02:38:21 PM AEST
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wow, thts powerful...

Re: Death Of An Emo (User Rating: 1 )
by Pyrofungus on Friday, 9th July 2004 @ 07:14:54 PM AEST
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wow! omg this is great! so sad but great! I love everything about it...i'm kinda speechless...

please comment on my work too
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