I'm still here, OTS for you all since I haven't posted in a while. I'll try and get around to some of the crits I owe soon

There's a hole in the pit of my stomach
Amplifying heart murmurs and echoes every
off beat. My ears don't hear, here
they're inorganic
mechanical, registering only highs and low
pitched black, my eyes don't see here
they're glazed over and I just don't care
that much about anything
I'm wired in, hooked up to smoke machines
party lights and ipod docks
when everyone in this circle
realises the time we spent is time we lost
I could've been a big shot at 30
I could've driven a porsche
I could've had a beautiful fiance
I could have.
I just chose not to.
I just decided.
I tried.

That sinking feeling, going beyond the pit of your stomach is realising your own failures when it's too late to change
Music is an art form that celebrates potential. So long as you're looking for it, you'll always find it.
Last edited by Mr.Pink101 at Apr 10, 2012,