Why I am inspired
i remembered the first time i experienced the thrashing rhythems that oozed thru my being Like a moth to the flame i searched for more it was like a new drug my body was yearning The words made sense to me, the sounds were perfect Ignoring the disaproving looks, i searched for more hours in the stores, searching for that place where my mind and body became one One by one I bought their drug My fix being fed by their constant supply Keeping a spare set of batteries in my pouch Making sure i would never be left alone again Metallica, Maiden, Megadeth and more Like wizards you perform miracles with your fingers Like poets your poetry roams where others fear Like alchemists, your medicine soothes the weary soul Thank You.
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Bakr
Would the old me like the me I have become? I wonder if he would have been my friend Would he see me, then turn around and run? Knowing that me is how he would be in the end
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