Take me Back

Black notes flowing from my guitar strings,
I'm addicted to how it's voice rings,
I'm addicted to the vibrations it sends,
And how my thoughts change,
With every range and every memory the noise bring,
 
Take me back in time as I surf the sound waves,
Before I was effected by the radio and crime rate,
Back when my mind state,
Was in the goldy lock zone.
Young and impressionable,
Yearning for new lessons,
 
Every thing was colorful,
Every sent was rich,
Life was untainted by the death of innocence,
Feelings were simplistic,
No taste for bitterness,
Now I yern pain to add strain to inner strength,
Now I learn things but breathing's easier when I sit,
My feelings so complex writings eiser to get,
So I pluck,
Flick,
Until my calisters bleed,
to distract from the fact that I'm an addict,
Addicted to any kind of wave that makes static,
Mushing my brain into relaxing,
Let these strings bring me back,
 
To the simpler days I wish these strings can go back,
 
The feeling of detachment, enhances these trances,  
so habbits that stab me, I can't let them go. Instead
I just hold the handle to absorb the blow. let my
Blood turn rain into snow, see what I mean. I  
have dreams of falling into river off a bridges  
because what was a straight path lifted making a L,  
but when I fell, I fell slow and woke up on a bus
in a dream that didn't stop, so I didn't let go.
 
May this rift take me back.