Laugh at your inner storms will you? Or mine? As if it is (or was) something despicable. Maybe because you were afraid of the truth it contained. Maybe because you couldnt handle what it tried to teach you.

Maybe because it was the most honest thing you ever felt.

Maybe because you couldnt let the tears go while the fucking guitars were shredding your ears apart. The blastbeat was suffusing you with a stream of consciousness blotting out all reflection and leaving you with pure experience. While the vocalist was screaming our collective tragedy.

All that merged into a pit of loving controlled violence where you keep rediscovering that nothing makes sense in order for everything to make sense.

Ah yes metal. I will listen to it until I die.