Emonster

Poem about an emo...

The emonster lives in me,

And forever it will be.

It is my kismet,

The emonster I would met.



I will punch the hard walls,

Whenever he calls.

The emo music,

For me is intrinsic.



I can suicide,

Drink a bottle of pesticide.

The pain I cannot hide,

I will shout in the far outside.



It is a black curse!

That will stay 'til in my corpse.

No one can erase,

Even godly praise.