Monday, December 08, 2008

Lack of Comprehension

A condemning fear strikes down
Things they cannot understand
An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within
Lies

So many nights I have been up at two or three in the morning, listening to "Death". Feeling this inadequacy, this burning desire to have my axe in my hands, ten thousand watts behind me, and tear through these billion feelings of angst. This unsated anger somehow pacified by the smell of the burning plastic on metal as I shred "Death". The hammer of the double bass booming in the depths of my soul beating in unison with my heart. That's metal for me!

You cant take it out of me. I don't even know what they are singing about half the times, but I rarely listen to metal for its lyrical content. Its primeval, it ancient, a call to the darkest in you.
I can't understand why I am drawn to it, only that I am. Its one of the few expressions of unadulterated passion in me. For me, Metal is not a communal gathering of dopeheads getting bloodied in a mosh-pit. Its far more personal.

A fire is not put out as long its last ember burns. Metal lives in me. As Chuck put it:

"It will take you in. It will spit you out.
Behold the flesh, and the power it holds!"


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