The Emo Poet

June 28, 2008
Living the shattered dream
As it may seem
That we all dream

Maybe we are all the odd ones…
Like the sun
Fading beyond the dark horizon…
The cold sets in again.

Are we all zombies?
Constantly following
Rather than leading…
The fear of freedom
Ringing through.

Painting the canvas
All in bright colors
With brilliant hues,
Only to dash the hopes
Of this brilliant inventor
Of this brilliant world.

The sun is setting
The world is getting
A new face,
As in this place
Where the shallow thrive
And the hopeless survive
Hoping the fairy of hope
Will bless them
Like the stars above.

Living the shattered dream
Which we all dream like
The emo poet lives there
Where nightmares and dreams

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