2 bottles and an enormous rush
the sounds within my head
a symphony infinitely, more than enough...I've got the stuff

finally the feelings have dissolved,
but the problems still evolve unsolved.

temporarily the disparity
raped in a dream, its hard to believe
livin life scared, whats the point?
still I write, still I disappoint, and you still don't get the point.
like I'm talkin to a wall gettin in a pissed off brawl.
above all the acrylic is peeling
so I rip my paintings off the wall, n burn em while I decide tighten my drawstring n take up drawing.....all while the audience is snoring.
am I asleep?
Last edited by ILoveGuitar07 at Feb 27, 2015,