Black the darkness of suspended consciousness,
the color of evil and pure hate,
the color for those that love has stopped the heart,
the walls around them,
they silence and surround them,
lock them in a place of revenge,
the same emotion they take out on themselves,
as they sit and cry in the corner,
blood adheres the the edge of the razor cut,
the pain unfastens from there heart long enough to live another hour,
another hour of what seems to be a curved coerce of hell to their grave,
as hate, love and life slowly conspire them,
dragging them to a slough,
their finial destination being the unyielding wooden box,
a six foot deep tomb, hidden from those who never understood...
this is dedicated to all those "emo's" without somewhere to turn to, I'm here for you i understand- I've been there, i know... it hurts
