A star yet to shine the delights of a darkened mind Musicans made in history playing in lifes misery Death notes wickedly inspired Music from hell thats fired Starring at a black moonlight to endure its painfull might for dark has slept inside my red guitar it slept Its choice of devils topic art made through gothic the sound of a crying must fate be through dead in dust from powerfull eyes above cursing my guitars love for a demon scream is now in a funneral dream!
Reason for writing:
My guitar is Bueatifull red , I love to hear it scream , ohhhh my dear guitar ! can you hear , your own ? the title is made from deep thought , i got lost so i made this as a title
Birth sign: Aries
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