Death Is Not To Be Feared Poem by Emo Sweetie

Alone in the dark,
With the whispers of my demons.
Shadows come alive.
There's no way I can leave it.

Fires of gold.
Teardrops of grey.
Blood of crimson.
Never to fade.

Habits like steel,
Becoming my blade.
Gliding over my skin,
A razor of hate.

Pushing away
Love and its joy.
My only pleasure?
My shiny new toy.

My only true friend.
Twisted scars appear.
Crimson tears stain the floor,
Draining me of fear.

Divine is the feeling.
Demented the song.
I don't care now,
I won't be here long. (//_o)