6 STRING DELIVERANCE
Dr. Jack Daniels and his whiskey therapy
burns in unison with the lava like tears
exuding from mine eye.
Before it hardens and re-mold what was,
I get a hold of my drinking buddies,
the same glass who always listen,
and the six string who's always talking
in a Wah Effect.
The white porch bares testament of my pains,
the calluses from picking those strings
releases magma tears within my soul.
To you, they appear as blood
To me, they are trophies?
After the bleeding, those wounds begin to scab
internally. Clearing the distortion
chords begin to change,
now I can play a happy song!