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Your black eyeliner stains my FFTL pillowcase.

Your skin glows like a fresh piece of paper, pale as hell, and blossoms as lovelyly as a black rose stabbed through the hand of some emo kid.

My dark heart follows your voice like an orgasmic hardcore scream.

The evening floats in on the tread of a fingerless glove.

I am conforted by your wristband that I wear on my slitted wrist.

I am filled with hope that I may drink your drops of blood one day.

As a tear falls from my face, it reminds me of your tight pants.

My suicidal mind leaps into my hoodie.

I wait at the skatepark for your secret razorblade so that we may bleed as one, wrist to wrist, in search of the gorgegous black and bloody skateboard of love.

My emo heart longs for yours. We will cut together, take angle MySpace pics together, help eachother with our eyeliner, and skateboard side by side.

Description
Your black eyeliner stains my FFTL pillowcase.

Your skin glows like a fresh piece of paper, pale as hell, and blossoms as lovelyly as a black rose stabbed through the hand of some emo kid.

My dark heart follows your voice like an orgasmic hardcore scream.

The evening floats in on the tread of a fingerless glove.

I am conforted by your wristband that I wear on my slitted wrist.

I am filled with hope that I may drink your drops of blood one day.

As a tear falls from my face, it reminds me of your tight pants.

My suicidal mind leaps into my hoodie.

I wait at the skatepark for your secret razorblade so that we may bleed as one, wrist to wrist, in search of the gorgegous black and bloody skateboard of love.

My emo heart longs for yours. We will cut together, take angle MySpace pics together, help eachother with our eyeliner, and skateboard side by side.