Topic: Pyre

Starting this life with unrealistic expectations
even through my past transgressions,

Never forgiven and all this time away we have been driven,

Setting the bar that I never seemed to reach,
I grew tired, no more words to preach.

Repeating a vicious cycle and now our love is no longer a burning fire.

Just Cold ashes in a funeral pyre. 

“It’s like a Jab, you got the squeeze and you got the attack, you got the guitar and the emotion behind the song. 
You can plug into a Marshall, but if you are not attacking it,  it's just going to sound so-so.  If the song doesn't grove, you are just bashing through chords” .
-- Mike Ness,  Social Distortion