Post by Joshua Pattinson on Dec 31, 2007 2:46:14 GMT -5
The loud music pumped throughout the small sort of run down club. A few people crowded around the stage, The band ‘Fall From Grace’ was a hit in town, But there gigs normally brought out the ‘trouble-makers’
The lead singer, J.P. was known around town as the one everyone should stay away from. He was wearing black skinny jeans, and a black t-shirt that read ‘Forever Hated’ in white. It showed off his many tattoos that covered his arms.
His attire wasn’t normally very colorful, mostly made up of blacks’ and whites’.
In the teenagers hands was a black guitar, He ran a black pick over the six silver strings as he sung into the microphone.
Masked undead devotion, your internal struggle, your smile slowly decays
this unfeeling torment, this place is so unreal, your flesh ripped off your face
Deep inside your scarred heart you are trapped in seduction
Poem has come and gone away (come and gone away)
This Sickness is what I am now, coursing through my veins
you are coursing through my veins
A death that starts slow, my skin starts to crawl, anticipation of losing it all
My heart runs cold, a sensation like a thousand lost souls, my eyes begin to fall
Deep inside your scarred heart you are trapped in seduction
Poem has come and gone away (come and gone away)
This Sickness is what I am now, coursing through my veins
You are coursing through my veins
So fragile, the light burns so bright, so fragile, no light remains
Deep inside your scarred heart you are trapped in seduction
Poem has come and gone away (come and gone away)
This Sickness is what I am now, coursing through my veins
A broken man all that remains
Soon after the last song J.P. made his was to the bar. “Give me the usual” He said sitting on one of the many bar stools resting his foot on one of the legs. His black hair stuck to his forehead as his icy blue eyes scanned the building for someone he knew
The lead singer, J.P. was known around town as the one everyone should stay away from. He was wearing black skinny jeans, and a black t-shirt that read ‘Forever Hated’ in white. It showed off his many tattoos that covered his arms.
His attire wasn’t normally very colorful, mostly made up of blacks’ and whites’.
In the teenagers hands was a black guitar, He ran a black pick over the six silver strings as he sung into the microphone.
Masked undead devotion, your internal struggle, your smile slowly decays
this unfeeling torment, this place is so unreal, your flesh ripped off your face
Deep inside your scarred heart you are trapped in seduction
Poem has come and gone away (come and gone away)
This Sickness is what I am now, coursing through my veins
you are coursing through my veins
A death that starts slow, my skin starts to crawl, anticipation of losing it all
My heart runs cold, a sensation like a thousand lost souls, my eyes begin to fall
Deep inside your scarred heart you are trapped in seduction
Poem has come and gone away (come and gone away)
This Sickness is what I am now, coursing through my veins
You are coursing through my veins
So fragile, the light burns so bright, so fragile, no light remains
Deep inside your scarred heart you are trapped in seduction
Poem has come and gone away (come and gone away)
This Sickness is what I am now, coursing through my veins
A broken man all that remains
Soon after the last song J.P. made his was to the bar. “Give me the usual” He said sitting on one of the many bar stools resting his foot on one of the legs. His black hair stuck to his forehead as his icy blue eyes scanned the building for someone he knew
