Emo poetry Round Two
Black Mask
Black mask, falling in waves
hides the windows to the soul
satin sheet like waterfall
yet wild and out of control
At times like dark wire
sharp whip, bringing pain
hides away the truth so that
the glint is not shown plain
Framing and blocking dark spark
which shows what lies inside
what almost is and emtpy shell
that dark emotions ride
Both passion and pain resides within
the soulfull gleam taht it covers
both together fill and fight
and are entwined like lovers
All with in the beast's heart
who hides beneath the black curtain
which way the creater's path is set
nothing is yet certain
To perish with a soul so black
may yet be her fate
though for a peaceful reckoning
it may not be too late.