Emo 'soft' Or Hard

Emo are you 'Soft' or Hard. When you see your self as such. When again you do it next. Upon it you are like the rest. Spinning around except for the ring. All the rings. The dark side of the moon. Up untill now, unseen the crack all search for. When upon that stainless steel table. Each cut will be too the bone. Split and exposed for all to see and know. Some are not like the rest. They live for your final moment. And they are hard, so hard and the few that are soft, if you could but see their face. Your ask why the moss is cold and brown. Wait untill you are called. Naked into the night.