Music echoes in my head as a sound on a cave,
It makes my strings vibrate like an earthquake.
Me, secreting words out of my head
more perfect sounds leaving me more than dead.
As I reach the pen out of sight,
images flow throught my head ASAP.
Travelling through space as if it was real life
called videogames, what a waste of time.
While painting, hearing, and playing are a blast
all my life ends no more no less, just like trash.
