My Brother's Guitar
*NOTE: Inspired by the picture "My Brother's Guitar" which I saw on a homemade website 2 years ago.
In this room,
a small, small place,
look back and reflect,
your change of pace.
The endless droning of music,
fills my ear,
louder and louder,
I cannot hear.
Anger builds up,
like some sort of disease,
everyone is gone,
and you're left to please.
I'm ignoring you,
but you persist,
I wanna tell you to fuck off,
but you're a fucking narcarcist.
More and more anger,
until there's none left to scream,
but you still go on,
thinking you're completing your dream.
Now it's over,
and you're out of luck,
I just wanna tell you,
YOU SUCK!
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