The Guitarist's Last Song

 Well, there needs to be an end

To this pathetic little tale...

Of a lost soul who could not hold on

He burns everyday, in the flaming abyss

But, it is time for him to have another chance...

On this night of the eclipse

He rises again from his suffering

With his amp maxed out

He begins to play his final song...

"It seems my story has come to an end

There is no way I can make it shake or bend

This hollow shell is searching for closure

So I can move on with no exposure

My guitar is tired, of playing of sadness

It feels corrupted and evil from all the  madness

It just wants a place to rest it's strings

And an angel to save it, with jet black wings

To my lost lover, I wish her the best

Maybe one day she will find rest...

My amp is sick of blasting this awful sound

But, to my soul it is forever bound...

I place a black rose, upon my own grave

I think to myself, I have finally been saved..."

The guitarist wraps his guitar around his back

With amp in hand, he fades into the night

And to this day, on the night of "burning moon"...

They say you can hear the guitarist, playing his final tune...



*If you did not read other guitarist poems, I recommend doing so for a complete understanding...thank you*