picture on the piano

this thing is so out of tune i like it
everything flat
more sustain less dampening
it still carries my finger's wails upward
if there is a god i'm pretty sure he knows who i am
if these serenades fell on deaf ears i would be surprised
what a perfect platform for prayer
not much for cryptic riddles here
the demons only exist in amplified 6 six strings
i'm the double agent
sharing secrets with both sides
c's e's and g's
just for both you liars
my dd- 2 14  marked with only f sharps and d majors
modal interchange and the circle of fifths
the howl of the oncoming sand storm in the back drop of an empty pair of boots and a rifle with a kevlar on it
who would have thought that flash lights explode
not even a blue force tracker gives you directions like that
sift through the sand and starving children
you will find nothing but sad songs
i'd played along
but now these white and black keys just remind of what you and i used to think were forgotten days.
if it's not too much trouble and they find the majority of my scattered remains i would like to be buried in an unorthodox wooden box.



seems the pursuit of hearts and minds were reversed...........