Feels Like Errosion (aged into decay)

reeferchief

Rusty, my chains are erroding fast, like this life will never last
colours fading, no longer shiny like the past
this my future, shriviling up and coming to a stop
this is all that I have amounted to
rusting in a small hole
coming to an end
darkness closing in

The rusted nail is crumbling
day after day
less and less
is left until
nothing is left to stay

Holey Ghost

let it sit in coke for 24 hours
and the rust will be gone
and you will RISE UP
and sing a soulful song
If that don't work
take a toke of that beer or bong
and let your mind
dream of a better time

reeferchief

Ha ha, thanks but it's not about me personally or anything it's part of a concept I was working on under the title of The Social Side of Loneliness, this would be how it would finish.
I've put a few poem's/lyrics up recently that would be a part of it just need to get a better feel of the guitar before I can put music to them.:)