A Punkish Experience
A cluster of pent-up energy,
Chugging guitar riffs,
Hardcore pounding drums,
Deep basslines, and
Rough vocals suffocates me.
A volatile atmosphere compels
Me to headbang to the rhythm,
As if the music has possessed
My very soul.
All of my rationale is clouded
By a barbaric instinct to groove
In a violent manner.
I am a willing slave,
A free captive,
Forfeiting my spirit
To the animalistic majesty
Of the music.
poem by Alex Gomez
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