I enjoy what most people fear...
Morbid Seraphim describes my soul,
A fallen angel through the night.
With crimson drops of solitude,
That comforts me through my singular fight.
And for the record, no I'm not emo. I just don't like people. As in, on rare occasions, I'll seek out some companionship, but otherwise I'm happy whiling away time all by myself.
I'm told it's cute. If that's worth anything. <<;
May the fleas of a thousand camels inhabit your crotch.