Guess I'm Emo?

Guess I write lyrics like an emo. Well, it's more like people can't distinguish between a dark song and a suicidal one. In any case, I was listening to some Alice in Chains and Black Sabbath, when I got the idea for a song. I haven't really written the music for it yet, but every time I've tried, it's come out as a rip off of an older tune, so I've kind of pushed it out of my mind for the time being.

Look at the hanging man

Look at him dangling there

Look at the angry man

Look at his lifeless glare

Broken pitcher where he stood

Two bullets and an empty shell

A buzzing hum behind his lips

As it trickles down his chin

Had his own tree and a roll of rope

Tied his hands and cut his hope

Two shots and a bag of sand

Two scars across his left hand

Look at the hanging man

Look at him dangling there

Look at the angry man

Look at his lifeless glare

Folded hands and a prayer

Spat on a cross and layered

Two lives weren’t enough for him

He still couldn’t bury his sin

Took a life and a few souls

Threw it all into a black hole

And when they came out

There was no more doubt

A man can get real tired sometimes

When all he does is throw stones at a broken window

Look at the hanging man

Look at him dangling there

Look at the angry man

Look at his lifeless glare

Emo? I actually don't think so. There's an interpretation to this song and it isn't about my life sucking. It's more of a story than a complaint.