Emo It(S One Bloody Eye Poem by James McLain

Misunderstood poured out
in guilt by the others.
What is pleasantly a difference
of individuality, or not to
metamorphic into tragic enemies
as there state of mind now to:

Red hot..blazing eye..it looks out..
My mirror..is filled..with this..
One smokey eye..to fall into it..
Is to be..consumed..by it.. burning it first...
Melting it's moon...in red hot.. black hole..
It cuts out....red center sky...it's redness..
Peirce's..with the thorn...you may try... it's..
Blood drop's can not fill it's...Red hot eye..
All in heaving saw..it's full..dripping mask..