I wake up wishing I had't,

for seeing this world in a negative light has become habit.

The only thing that helps me survive

is a band,

for music is what keeps me alive.

The words and their meaning are powerful speeches, 

with ideas that me it teaches. 

It fills me with this need to create,

thrumming through my veins,

to take pages and add my stain.

I want to share my ideas and thoughts 

before I am buried in the ground to rot.