Pictures on my wall,
I fear the day they fall,
to the same fate as my heart,
which seemingly will never again start,
Upon the wall so tall,
they will not bounce as a ball,
but shatter as a priceless piece of art,
directly to hell straight as a dart,
or an arrow.
Eek. I hope your outlook's somewhat changed. lol. I like it. You really ARE emo. ;)