Emo Portrait:The Boy Who Heard Death

Emo-esque tales of Razors slitting the cord My spirit is tainted like an Ouija board Arching Daemons summoned my name, at the belly of Hell's burning wave. In tune with the wind's shrieking fame, The Moon was hung on my dampened grave as a portrait of pain and despair. Hand-held by Death's debonair, A heart once cantered on Biblical lies Cherubian Daemons that my soul now defies. "For my song may not be gospel, yet feared in life and Death. I am one whom none reject I'll always be there- Till your final breath." "Aw, Stop claiming your life is over, for it has but begun. Starry nights; a pearly shore to Her even though the noose is tightly strung..."