Please enjoy me fucking around on guitar while you read. I am but a novice. I do feel it fits regardless.
Tumultuous winds of inner thoughts What will be brought I feel my heart waiting to be shot Or my brain to die from a blood clot Won’t this pain please stop It simply feels like a lot Bring a bucket and a mop For the splatter of the buckshot No I cannot wait My mind is being crushed on this date Hoping to see you at the pearly gates Atop the curly mountains post haste Free falling Tree branches come calling Thwack smack Someone please hit me in the ball sack For you are all that I lack As I feel myself sink into the inky black Dreaming of parting your lips I just want to simply kiss To have a time to reminisce What about this Fucking be there Ma fucking mere
Distractions Noises Lights Laughter Fading Illusion Alone Broken Wound Laced Incased Lambasted Nothing to hide Risk it all Where do I find the gall In this man’s body Worth defined by tricks By idle rumination Burn me at the pyre Worth defined muscular sinew Worth defined by electrical signals Worth defined by hand movements A fat and useless tongue To be used and thrown away Hope a fleeting glimmer A mother to put me on the shelf A mother to see me die It’ll be the last she sees of me What worth to be found in a corpse Break the feeling Push through the dark Wait a little longer See where this path lies Eat the scum Find the crust Bust the mold Find where you can take hold Be hopeful Become happy Minimally less sad Everyday Each line made new Deaden mind Wants to cry A beggar to be heard Please be there Weak handed Worthless words Worthless eyes Stop Stop Stop Kill the feeling
the guitar really did transport me straight into your words.