T'was the night before Emo,
when, all through the house,
Every creature was Soulless,
Except for the louse.
In the upstairs apartment,
like the emo it was,
Stood a dead looking person,
Scabs covered in fuzz.
Thinking its' life was useless,
except for some poems,
It went down the stairs.
out the door of it's home.
It thought for a moment,
Peed a note in the snow,
and up to the roof
of its' house it did go.
It said a short curse,
hoping all would go well,
Then it dove off the roof,
and it barreled toward hell.
The Emo was safe,
Its' fall broken by pads.
Seth made me write this,
So, please, kick HIS 'nads.















Comments
I love how you refer to the subject as it, xD Go emo kids~
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