I wrote this song about how I feel about the person that stole my BC rich; its weird, my anger will rise to a certain point where I'm on the verge of exploding, then it’s like I don’t have enough energy to support my anger, and I just end up calming down, but I’m still pissed off.......?

Trying to find the write page
The right words, written in my life
To relate to this hollowness
Swallowed by the deepest lake
Listening to the sounds of death
There soothing serenity turns me over
I don’t wanna listen to the sounds
Fucking my heart over and over

Have I ever felt HATE?!

Fucking kills...
To know you’re inside me

I would never talk to you
Stay away from my problems
Trying to stalk the virgin darkness
With my own bloody hands
In me you’re just a waste of space
In this place where I cant pace
Thinking about the rage and hate
And you keep getting in my way

And I FREAK!!!!!
To breathe in the toxic
That I can’t leave from
In this world...yet
I can go to serenity
But Id rather fight my enemies
I know it’s cold
But in this world I FIGHT ALONE

In this world I fight alone
Growing to reach the skies
With all these hands holding me
Down back to you in the burning
I try to contemplate this pain
The anger rising just to deflate
The only words that I can’t say
Keep building up higher till I go insane

In this battle of constant destruction
Were Death is life and reconstruction
I wouldn’t leave for one or two days
For in this train of thought I will remain

I kill myself mentally for those words I restrain
I fight alone...dying in the pouring rain
Hahaha... -No Heart

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That's a bummer. Did you have a serial number or any way to prove who stole it? Any insurance on it? It's a long suit, but it can be claimed in part in home owner's or personal property insurance. Worth a look anyways.

I didn't think this was that bad. It seemed to go up and down, but you said your mood over the situation does that, too. It's like not wasting time on someone who's such as ass you don't want to give them your mind space.

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Unfortunetly that is common these days, and easy to lose the more things you have. There is no question that if someone stole my prized acoustic I would be close to your mental-temperature. This is, however, an opportunity for you if you can't get it back.

This has presented you with a learning experience, as well as a surge that perhaps you needed. Use that energy to drive you beyond the point you were at before it was stolen. Make a positive out of it, fully deny that act by bettering yourself.

sounds to me he did you a favor...BC RICH

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Be a guitar snob in the guitar snob forum.

I tend to be skeptical if somebody pins a note to their poem's jacket, explaining why it is the way it is, and I'm rarely disappointed. The first three lines are reasonably promising, and the rest just sound like you cut up a bunch of Angry Lyrical Themes© and arranged them at random on your bedroom dresser. I'd say scrap everything but the first three lines and follow up on them, and maybe you'll end up with something interesting.

FYI "i fight alone" immediatley calls to mind alice in chains - nutshell

maybe not for you

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You had the old Mick Thomson signature?

I'll have to agree with Proaz, and PST. The angst just wasn't great. Swearing felt uneccessary.

fuck man, some of your guys's crits are good, but some other are just plainly retarded, thanks for the good ones, and no thanks to the shitty ones, have a good day

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