My Guitar

I think this is my best poem for now, and I really like it myself.
It tells a story, how metal music makes the weak people feel fear and they can't survive from the problems of life.

My Guitar

String of my guitar, a vibrating tone.
It's warming my mind, and running trough soul.
Few godlike riffs, and hell of a chords,
make me feel tempting, and wanting just more.
I turn the amp on distortion, and the metallic sound,
Digs up the deepest feelings, and rage is all on.
I can feel the fear of others, and demonic sound,
of this dooms day like solo, of my own guitar.

Nice poem dude, I wish I could write poems better. I suck at them.

Nice dood. Im like Noreturn I suck with words xP

But really good job with this.

Really nice poem,good job.

I turn the amp on distortion, and the metallic sound,
Digs up the deepest feelings, and rage is all on.

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I love that part , its like in my life i sit in front of drums and rage on it.

Also good poem.

Looking at your signature, this poem is probably true.

Thanks for everyone..
This is all about my love to my guitar and thrash metal

@Evil: I wouldn't break a guitar even if I was drunk.

nice poem..i really like it

very well put together, nice job