Hey, this here's a quick rhyme i put together... The subject may be a little 'dark' but... It's my style...
Crimson flames may twist and dance,
but the fire of my youth is gone.
I thought life could get better, given one more chance,
but i see no point to carry on.
So it'll all end here, with a 'have a nice day',
when I pick up the gun, and take my life away.
Move my sordid soul to a higher place,
to be born once again.
With a new name and face.
I have literally dozens of rhymes like this... Both about suicide, and love... Mainly losing love, or having nobody to love... All pretty dark stuff. But i enjoy it.
SideNote: I'm not an emo.
Dirty harry: i liked your work... I didn't to begin with but it's grown on me... Poems don't always have to rhyme... You raise a good point, this is much better than your last... Keep practising! Soon you'll have it just right. (The balance of having a point to convey, and making it easy to understand)