It seems I been filtering away in my home of ebonized silence. The solitary echos the rythmic pianoic melody I pound key by key, I lost and I gained, Lost more then gained, Lost way more, Why have I lost. Liquor, a Drunks best friend, Medicine, an Ill's only friend, as he plays his goodbye lull'a'bi's not knowing when the final key be stroked. Not wanting to stop, if he stops he dies, He assumes, lets just assume dear friends, for you see I have clouded days, No fun time on computer, none of that get up, haven't had that chance to proven the skill I can behold, probably never will.

Art, My friend, I would never exploit such a delicate insecure friend like that hmm, unless caught off gaurd when you fancy a visit and wonder my dark hollow home.

Farewell friends - Miss Green lollipop

~Shintavince aka SSFC -> 08 -> SieG