Fast music makes
my mettle burn
in  mercury
melted silver liquid
drips.

I slip
into the knot of it
facing the full fury
of the furnace
that boils
the insides of me.

I am unleashed
temporarily
the darker parts
that tend the spark
of my violently
beating heart
are set free.

Till, like my emotions
the music subsides.
The rage does not die,
merely simmers
to a soft boil
waiting for its turn
to burn baby burn.