#1
As a vagrant finds shelter in a bottle,
he is astounded by the lack of rain
that had poured down on him,
even on sunny days.

He is so distracted by this change,
that he doesn't notice the grime
on the tinted windows,
such sweet, dulled misery.

Gaze peircing the glass,
he stares into the outside world
that is muted and dimmed,
by his newfound home.

Soon forgetting the memories,
that troubled him while in the rain
he burns his mental scrapbook,
without making room for a new one.

Even as eyes peered through,
his now aged and tattered windows
he does not recognize his own flesh and blood,
distorted and foriegn outside of the walls.

The vagrant's final memory turns and leaves,
and he goes back to his routine
of watching the strangers through the windows,
And it begins to rain on him.

C4C.
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Gear:

Schecter C-1 Classic
Ibanez S670PB
Stratocaster MIM Standard
Marshall MG30 (its purple )
Dunlop Crybaby Wah
#2
I'm not sure how to critique your piece in an in-depth manner, but I really like it. It gave me a kind of surreal picture of this vagrant on a street. Good imagery.
#4
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Whats the background of the lyrics...


A homeless alcoholic.

And thanks for the kind words, dviv
Quote by Ur all $h1t
I stick stuff in my pee hole.

Gear:

Schecter C-1 Classic
Ibanez S670PB
Stratocaster MIM Standard
Marshall MG30 (its purple )
Dunlop Crybaby Wah