I want to feel the sensation
of screaming.
of singing.
I want to feel the vibrations
ring through my finger tips
of an electric guitar,
to my hand
up my arm
& harmonize together in my head.
from the thunder beats of the drums.
from the screeches of the crowd
to the friends behind the stage.
the screams through the speakers.
the rumble of my feet
as I stomp the stage
to please my desire to become insane.
to become free.
I am who I am.
I raise the metal sign in the air.
I raise my middle fingers in the air.
I raise my fists in the air.
I smile with sweat racing down my face
down my back.
I want to feel the sensation
of screaming.
of singing.
I will take the stage.
I will amaze the crowd.
I am such a metal head.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
I want to feel the sensation
of screaming.
of singing.
I want to feel the vibrations
ring through my finger tips
of an electric guitar,
to my hand
up my arm
& harmonize together in my head.
from the thunder beats of the drums.
from the screeches of the crowd
to the friends behind the stage.
the screams through the speakers.
the rumble of my feet
as I stomp the stage
to please my desire to become insane.
to become free.
I am who I am.
I raise the metal sign in the air.
I raise my middle fingers in the air.
I raise my fists in the air.
I smile with sweat racing down my face
down my back.
I want to feel the sensation
of screaming.
of singing.
I will take the stage.
I will amaze the crowd.
I am such a metal head.
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