First, we rapped. Now, let's cry.
I've been reading a few livejournals recently, (they all belong to strangers, mind you) and I've realized something. I hate emo people. I don't hate emo people because they listen to emo music. I don't hate emo people because they cry a lot. I don't hate emo people because they're just not fun to be around. Alright, actually, I hate them for all
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Winter nights, whittled away.
Summer memories, faded and grey.
The grass was green, the sky was blue,
You loved me, I loved you.
Winter approached with increasing fury,
We said our goodbyes with eyes so blurry.
And now I skate, on frozen water.
Alone and distressed, I think about her.
And I sing,
I sing "No Comparison,"
I sing "Ghetto Bitch,"
Then I plunge into the deep, dark Abyss.
As I begin my plummet, I wave my limbs.
Tears begin to gather around my eyes' rims.
The ice is transformed into an all-consuming monster.
I imagine myself at a Dashboard concert.
My imagination is shattered as I hit the glass,
My shoulder buckles under my body's mass.
The zamboni drives.
Drive.
Drive.
Drive...
The ice is slippery, my body weight spins.
The brunt of my force lands on my chin.
I perk up my ears to the sound of laughter,
I am a servant, the ice is my master.
What am I to do? What has become of me?
The evil sheet of ice has taken my dignity.
I stand up, fall, stand up once more.
As I shout at my onlookers, I realize my chin is sore.
I glance at my counterpart, he stares in disbelief.
My chin has been slaughtered by the evil ice sheet.
Blood running down my neck, hand shaped like a cup.
It lands, collects, begins to build up.
The sight of the blood makes me wail,
The once fresh air begins to turn stale.
I was once a mouse. Now I am a rat.
I was once a mouse. Now I am a rat.
My unblemished skin has become abstract art.
The unity of my skin cells has fallen apart.
To expose a gaping maw of flesh.
I am no one. I am me. I am no one. I am me.
Two stitches, two symbols of broken friendship.
Broken friendship mended together.
Is there hope?
-William Sutherland
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