isemonger
it was a fire
it was a man, now old
it was something that happened a long time ago
and only remnants remained
bands were born and bread with in those walls
each brick had a scar
the foundations crumbling
as the bricks wore away
songs tumbled out
sanity broke down
and at the end of it all
there was a broken band
and their songs didn't make a sound
lighting is not frightening but this prose is,
i'll tell you that
i have to type as fast as lighting
i have to have inspiration
come strike me down like lighting
from the heavens
but alas
lightning never strikes twice