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Towed
(I just kind of spit this out last night, its the only one I don't have to transcribe from a notebook. I'm primarily a guitar player, and I'm sure most of you can probably tell, I'm a beginner at this, but I'd like any pointers, criticism, or anything you can say about it. Please don't just say "you suck" I already understand that. I'm looking for constructive criticism, negative or positive)
I don't want to be here anymore.
I want back the grey.
I want back the squalor.
I want the sun to hide its face.
Behind buildings that give me
vertigo when I look up
I want the glares back
I'm sick of the shiny people.
I want the frozen penance of
a world thats dead to the core
I want back the inspiration that
comes flowing from misery
and the pressure that pushes
on you so hard the words just flow.
I want the sky to scream again.
I want it to inspire fear
I want to feel the envelope of night
so consuming that you're invincible.
Since I came I haven't felt the thunder crack
I haven't truly seen the night.
They keep it all so illuminated
you can't escape the lights.
I'm feeling the dulling boredom of losing my place and I can't help but wonder what the living fuck is the point of dealing with things I'd rather
destroy than focus on I'm someone else and I'm wondering why the
fuck I can't walk away from who I was?!
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