Metal Rapture

Joy is – Bathing my battered body in neon light Immersing myself in a buzz of chatter, mirth Scenting the sharp tang of alcohol on smoke-drenched air Joy is – Nursing a bottle in protective hands Imbibing myself into a dreamy stupor Whilst all around me the world sways, Seethes in a mass of colour and sound Joy is – Hearing the thump of the drums Slamming inside my ribs, as if it were my own heart beating And then; being borne up on a wave of guitar My body suddenly light as a feather, tossed upon each shrieking chord Joy is – Feeling that rise of power inside my ribs As if I have absorbed the rage of the instruments themselves I feel it thrum inside me, a barely bridled beast I tilt back my head and laugh Joy is – This feeling…as if I could explode at any moment, It is delicious The music is a part of me It sings in my blood, in my heart, my soul The music is my joy – it is me