The  sound  of the crowd
The sound of cymbals crashing
Then the lights turn on , and we preform
Then you walk out and become famous

Your head pounds
Your eyes are weak
Your mouth is dry
You have a hang over
Go back to bed

As i sit  a pawn this chair i think about the open air
It moves and changes temperature as we do
But in the case in what i am in it does not give life
It just makes my cold and black with jagged edges
My life as a Bass Guitar is long and strong on stage then back in the case where the memories of the last show sit in my head until the next time that  am taken out of that coffin
To breath once more and to have life for a short amount of time .

B.C. Rich Warlock

I am the poison that you drink to stay alive
I am the death that walks across your step,
And creeps your room at night.
Till the day comes and there is only light.

But once the day ends
Another chapter of my crazy life begins
And nothing  can get out or in