Not another EMO Poem

My heart is in Ohio
To be sold at the Black Parade
You can hear the story on Nicky FM

I’m gonna’ Makedamsure
That you take back Sunday
or maybe Thursday

Because the World is black
So paint it black, black
Because I’m not ok (I Promise)

Sugar we’re going down, down
So we can dance, dance
cuz it’s a scene not an arms race

Take your Sixteen Candles
And don’t touch me
Liar! (It takes one to know one)

There’s and Error with the operator
And I’m ready to fall
With miss murder

My last resort is:
To write sins
Not tragedies

I’m on the boulevard of broken dreams
Following Jesus through suburbia
Like an American idiot

Every time I die
Your tears don’t fall
But it’s better if you do

You’re burning inside
With a love like winter
Speending December underground

Keep your romanticized Chemicals
Your failing senses
To your self

To: My bloody Valentine
I offer you a bullet
And famous last words:
“I feel like tacos”