In a vast field, under the dead august sky, Behold the lacerations and wait to die. And think of their faces, learning of your remains, your blood splashes the earth, leaving rust colored stains. Look to the sky, as the sparrows take flight. Hundreds proceed silently for the end of your life. The white cold closes in, faster than you thought, soon it will be done, soon you will rot. Soon you will finally get your peace, soon you will be nothing, a corpse........ deceased. All your anguish and torture, now puddles on the ground, as you lay lifeless and rotting, waiting to be found. when the sparrows return, it's finally done, and your sorrow is over, gone with the sun.
Emo? Well that sucks. I just had a vision of some guy in his mid fourties offing himself in he middle of his field, and his family finding his grotesque corpse. Just shit that I dig, you know? I wasn't trying to be a whiny little fag. And why is it, that I see ANY mention or thought of suicide immediately associated with a crappy genre of music? What did they call these people 10 years ago? I find it highly disturbing. What's more disturbing is that we use and accept the word emo. In actual conversation, (IE not over the internet) I will harshly correct someone for using it.