A day in the basement

A day in the basement

A Poem by Complex Disaster
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I used to get high in my friends grandmother's basement, is was haunted as hell down there. You find inspiration in strange places sometimes.

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Quiet crackling hums surround me
Silence, decay, and enlightenment
The blurred winds of plague stir frantically around my head
I break, and break,                 and break
Searching hopelessly for a place to fall
Floating farther into the smoke, bound in serenity's grasp
In a cave where I can pick my soul apart
Drowning, distraught and dismembered
The mind
                                      Is an excellent toy

© 2011 Complex Disaster


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I used to hang out in a friend of mine's dingy, dirt-filled basement and listen to Neil Young and drink the cheapest whiskey we could get. It was some of the most fun I've ever had. Listening to Decade in a s****y, dark basement gives you a great perspective on life. "The mind is an excellent toy." nice write.

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I used to hang out in a friend of mine's dingy, dirt-filled basement and listen to Neil Young and drink the cheapest whiskey we could get. It was some of the most fun I've ever had. Listening to Decade in a s****y, dark basement gives you a great perspective on life. "The mind is an excellent toy." nice write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Complex Disaster
Complex Disaster

G town, VA



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Where do I start? I live in a small town in southwest VA where there isn't much going on. I play guitar for a band called DREAD where I'm known to play an 8 string guitar. I also write acoustic music .. more..

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