

MusicI play an E chord, followed by a C, cut off by a G. The drums come in with a bass kick and a double cymbal. I can see the energy of the crowd growing, wanting everything Ive got. As the song continues, the sound of the crowd dies and theres only me and my guitar. A feeling takes over, almost primitively, and calls me to keep playing. As words unknown to my lips flow past my teeth as if spoken a dozen times before, I see the words and music start to blend, perfect as if they were meant to be put together this way since before time. As the last note rings out I can see the entirety of the song grab the audience and hold them in a stMusic


PuppetsI'm going to hell, but not for crimes against the almignty, but for crimes against the hearts of of young women, I twist their heartstrings around my finger using empty words that bare no reality, and a cold touch that makes them feel alive. And with their strings I control their lives as if they were puppets, slipping my hand inside their mind making them say what i want. While this game I play may seem easy, the heart of a young women is fragile and sacred like a glass urncontaining sadness and memorys of a once loved friend. Eventually I run out of fingers for my newest puppet and I relese one and the force of the snap brings the truth toPuppets


See you SoonThe first time I saw you, I was hit hard with a metal bat of emotion,See you Soon
Trying to understand why a person so beautiful, so talented, so perfect, Could possibly have such low expectaions of themselves, You were different from others, you were unable to, realize anything positive about the truth of who, you really are, and yet I was drawn to you, I can't explain why I fell this hard for you, Or why I even fell at all, all I know is, That the last time I saw you,
You were in the hospital, Canyons dug into your, Wrists, I sat there, Wonderi
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~Stuck inside this music box~
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Star avatar by the amazingly talented *Kaylink
Consider the daffodil. And while youre doing that, Ill be over here, looking through your stuff.
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