He sits alone in the basement, on an old well worn bed, strumming his beat up guitar. He only knows 5 chords, but he just makes up all the rest.
He pausses, the dark. dank room floods with silence. No one else is home, but still, he stays hidden down in the basement.
Concrete walls & an unfinished floor. Colorless and bland.
He tosses his head, throwing his long dark hair out of his eyes & starts to play again.
His amp is distorted, the notes echoing in his self imposed cement cell.
He pausses, the dark. dank room floods with silence. No one else is home, but still, he stays hidden down in the basement.
Concrete walls & an unfinished floor. Colorless and bland.
He tosses his head, throwing his long dark hair out of his eyes & starts to play again.
His amp is distorted, the notes echoing in his self imposed cement cell.
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