(Source: oskibearz, via the-absolute-funniest-posts)
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Purple Haze
Cynical peek of satisfaction to the worlds living condition ,but under one condition
the strum of melody’s to slowly caress his fingers, here flows a sweet song
for his life is not in position but in repetition of let downs
but the let ups? where the door never shuts ?where he never has to play catch up ? when he’s fed up? up sets ? regrets ?
the only thing that’s there ,what he never shares ,in possession of , fills his soul with love
his lover,his father ,his mother,his friend till the end…his guitar
Purple haze, came from dusk
walking alone, mask shown
who is he really? this purple haze a hidden being ,making the seen unseen
hiding behind one thing….his strings
this transparent mask ,masks his inner
through it i can see his soul ,his life
through it i can hear his pain,his shame
through it i can feel his burden , he’s hurt’n
through it i can smell his sent, weed,cigs,alcohol, really dosen’t matter much at all ..to me
through it i can taste this grimmy paste but rich in flavor, resistible yet irresistible
through his mask
I FEEL HIM IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE
i become apart of this purple haze
but when the melody ends its back to the end of his beginning
its back to reality
"- (via fwnewera)
