Landing rhythm with hearts and working muscles Crying cutting-music from the treasured vessels.
Landing in beds with those lying lovers And tearing them apart like raw scabs in, in in break the skin
He holds himself with strong resolve He turns his head across the universe The wave rolls on
Break the skin in, Rolls the wave on. Give me bas reflief bossanova beat In the dusky dawn. Find the cord that pulls me apart Find a stronger sinew in that deeper wire
Cut the cord, let me die Bleed me into eternal life Cut to harmonics And erring air
Lovers lying, Staring there.
i really didn't try with this poem, and i'm not going to edit it. i'm really angry at my life.
i'll probably edit it at some point. i don't practice guitar for the same reason i always just rely on half-witted intuition that COULD be brilliant but i just leave it half-done out of pure ANGER and DISDAIN