In, in in
Break the skin
The wave rolls on
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