User:Emos1

Love me, hate me, steal my heart. Emotions, tears flowing, rip me apart.

Put a bullet through my head. You might as well call me dead.

Kiss me, thrill me, fucking kill me. In the end, rip my fucking heart out. End of story

All the hate and passion driven inside. No longer supressed, no need to hide.

All the pictures slowly fade Along with the beautiful memories we made.

Withered and old my soul turns black and cold.

You write lies on my heart Chiseled in so deep I cannot tell truth and lies apart.

I'm bleeding, destroying me The black hole, the emptyness which I seem to be.

Dead, lifeless, a total waste. Breathe into me, make me real. I'm such a fake.

I want to scream it to everyone else. You feed on the pain I cause myself.

I killed myself in my sleep ten times. A world full of sadness where no one is fine.

All feel the same Stuck with the pain.

They're all begging to die Pleading with the grim reaper saying 'It's my time!'

Their shallow hearts, so miserable and fake Lie in their beds never to awake.

The lives of these souls, so filled with pain. Death, to them, is like novacaine.

They all parade around in orderly fashion Hating, despising everyone with a passion.

I visit this world, unwillingly, everynight. I fear, one day, I won't wake up and die of fright.

A Rose so Red A Thorn so Sharp Blood so Thick It Flows Down the Thorns It Parts as It Hits Them Apart and Back, Apart and Back Down Lower and Lower More Flows Down Now a Stream of Blood Falls Down The Stem Now More Red Then the Rose Itself A Blood Red Rose