A New Perspective Of An Old World

(original upload found here: http://truml.com/profile/poetry-detail/102071 )

The floor boards tremble to the rhythmic sound; 
Combined with the stamping feet on the ground; 
The screeches and growls bounce off the walls; 
Completely surrounded, yet alone; 
The fruitless ringing of a mobile phone; 
The clashing of bodies, fully unheard; 

A scene of such beauty, yet such horror; 
As coloured lights spin over the walls and floor; 
I cant even feel my heart beat its beat; 
Vision blinded by red, white, and blue lights; 
Unable to tell the day, from the night; 
People streaming in from all over town; 

Nostrils assaulted by terrible scents; 
Mixed with the sights and sounds this world presents; 
Engineers this feeling of estacy; 
My shouts, shrieks, and screems are masked by the band; 
Each tone strummed by the magical hand; 
Here I belong, at this metal concert;

Author's Note

not recently written was written at about the 09/02/2012