I rode down to the tracks.
Thinking they might sing to me.
But they just stared back.
Broken, trainless and black as night.
Climbed out onto my roof.
So I'd be a poet in the night.
Beat the walls off my room.
I saw the big room that is this life.
This is my condition:
Naked and hysterical,
Reaching to grab a hand
that I just slapped back at.
This is my condition:
Desperate, alone,
Without an excuse.
I try to explain. Christ, what's the use?
My Interests
Music:
Member Since: 18/06/2006
Band Members: I want to play every instrument.
I just play too many notes on guitar.
Influences: Paul Gilbert. Yngwie-Motherfucking-Malmsteen.
Sounds Like:
Type of Label: Major
My Blog
little mouse
so, here i am, 0320, refrigerator in the middle of the room, me giggling uncontrollably. you
see, i was chasing a little mouse around my room. playing hacky-sack
with the little bugger. he was skitt... Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 1981 00:00:00 GMT
