Emo is still cool

I was listening to Underoath the other day while reading an essay. From both the music and the essay, I was inspired to write this. It's lame and emo and sucky, but I can see the images I am 'trying' to construct.

Kiss me where it hurts
You kiss me when I'm bleeding
Will you kiss me 'till the bleeding stops?
Will you kiss me when the beating stops?

But you always beat me
At everything

And as he went deeper...

I'm choking
I'm dying
I'm living
Well I'm trying

I like the bleeding/beating sounds. When sung, I can make them sound almost exact, only those who make the effort to listen to the lyrics will notice (assuming I can do it right).

I also like the image I get out of the last stanza.

I picture an old creeky manson. Infront of the fire place there is a man and woman (the poem is from her point of view). He is raping her, and she is struggling. He is having trouble with penetrating. She is putting up too much of a fight. He must tire her out first. He has no intentions of killing her, he only wants to have his way with her. He wants to have control over her. He wraps his hands around her neck and applies pressure until she starts to calm. In this moment, she can see the set of fire-poking rods that are always beside every rich fire place. They were knocked down during the struggle that brought her to the ground. One of the handles is reasonably close to her. She tries to reach.
The End.

I did not try to make this into a story. I could have written it much better had I been trying, but I was only trying to describe the simplist of images I have in my head.

And it is definetly still a work in progress because I still hate it. But I can see the potential with it. I think.