beauty is lost, what a shame, forget whatevers been said and done...
countless days sitting in the dark musing the guitar, words escape my lips...
the terror of the night unseen in this existence under this burning sun...
as leaves drop in fall, my soul withers and leaves this mind and body pissed...
exposed to elements, lost sentiments, lies and torture to destroy us all...
laying in the bed, clutching the cellphone, waiting for someone to call...
even in the bright lights of night, walking the streets of downtown world...
this attempt at life is a test i fail, always swinging short of a curveball hurled...
so i wait in the dark, as words tease my tongue to exhale something real...
still, morning comes, and yet all that resounds is the sound of the guitar...

-wandering passage-