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The parasite takes control of your mind
Makes you insane, turning you blind
Eating away at your festering brain
And it only gets worse without a gain
The parasite then travels to your heart
Chewing it up and tearing it apart
Until it's finally chock full of holes
And makes you feel hot as coals
The parasite then goes to your mouth
Makes your verbal skills go down South
You utter things you don't mean to speak
And sullen words forever leak
The parasite eventually corrodes your soul
Turning your body into an empty hull
By now you are not who you used to be
All because of a bug called Jealousy
Emo Bitch PoetryEmo botch poetry, that's all this is.
That's all I can write, I'm quite a wiz.
Just some sad thought put down on paper,
For no one else but me to look at later.
All this talk about cutting and blood
Doesn't do anyone any good.
Because this is just another emo bitch poem,
Nothing special not the crowning gem.
Blackened hearts, and burning roses
Crouching in the corner while striking depressed poses.
Wanting to be with people but afraid of them.
This is just another emo bitch poem.
Raccoon eyes with lots of black liner.
Drinking black coffee with my hood up in a diner.
Siting by myself in the cold booth alone,
Thinking about what to write in my next emo bitch poem.
Laying in my cold dark bedroom,
Thinking of nothing but my heart's eternal doom.
Marilyn Manson come and take my soul away,
But leave my emo bitch poetry, it's here to stay.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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