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I haven't wrote in a few months, I found the source of my best material was when I was royally pissed off and/or depressed and thankfully (albeit at the sake of a blooming creativity) I've been pretty happy lately. I do miss writing though, and I've been absoloutely HOOKED on acid bath and decided to let my mind wander. It's pretty "out there" It's about a girl who died, came back as a ghost to see the only guy who ever loved her, and upon finding he could see her ghost, she left him again.

She walks like a ghost slippin through the cracks of reality
Heroin lips whisper soft lullabies her sleep breeds dreams of disease
Tender and surrendering, unnoticed she's never pretending...
Nobody hears her cry...
I seen her die..

Futile whispers waitin to be heard
Lead to death, never follow the herd
Nobody hears her cry...
I seen her die...

An angel with a cracked wing
Nobody sees, nobody believes
The one no one knew, she wished it wasn't true
Oh so sweet...
Her story of defeat

As she walks the streets of a life past
Familiarizing herself with the gift that never lasts
She stops at a cemetery she can't believe
The one she always loved, death gave sight to the blind
She couldn't believe..

He ran his hand through her hair
Once pretty flowers now wilting
He just stood and stared...

How can it be, you had left me
Our storybook romance an unfinished story
I heard you cry...
I watched you die....

An angel with a cracked wing
Nobody sees, nobody believes
The one no one knew, she wished it wasn't true
Oh so sweet...
Her story of defeat

Fading out of a subjective reality
Leaving me again, such an abnormality..
I'll ignore your cries...
I hope you forever die
My gear
Ibanez RG7321
Jackson Warrior WRXT *FS/FT*
Jasmine J35
Squier Fender P-Bass
Ibanez TBX150H
Crate 4x12
Fender Rumble 60


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