Emo Poem Time

In this darkness, the Queen search for his King.
Let me tear into you, plow you asunder, use you to your screams.
As I live, you shall die, and in your death, you will grow ever stronger.
Let me impregnate you with death.
I've been a bad, bad boy.
Have you been a bad, bad girl?

How many times have you cut yourself?
I have four cuts on my right arm and six on my left.
I'M SO HARDCORE!