vinylgypsy

"when the morning comes it doesn't seem to say an awful lot to me.."

sure is quiet out there..did i scare away people with my geek display and my long sob story?

back to the salt mines..

/begin ramble

theres a morning full of meaning i never woke to..
somewhere between the acid sting and puzzle piece dreams..
i was king for a breath and you knew my every name..
sang a song with no voice..
played a guitar with no strings..
brush against me for torture and i will thank you enternal..
sweet dead valentine in the middle of december..
all eyes to the front and hear my sad solo..
under the blue light and way past the red..
pound your fist in my flower death bed and blow me a kiss when i fly cross the black rainbow..
i was a teenage messiah..

/end ramble