memories of a gigA Poem by nigrum homonculusah...the brutality of metal gigs. based off a time i went to see 5 bands in one night with a good friend of mine.I don’t wanna rave, I wanna have fun Until the rise of the sun. I can see the sea of sweat I plunge right in. I don’t care if im swept, Away with the atmosphere The electricity is crystal clear. Igniting the air, to be fair I’m tired but I don’t need a chair. The pit is open, a wall of death S**t scared, the devil may care. You hit my nose! My eyes are closed, I’m gripping my face with pain. You better divide or fight cause boy I’m about to go f*****g
insane. drunk with rage, message received apology? Weapon sheathed. We have a laugh, enjoy the crowd. The bass that has made us proud, To be part of a night A night that I see, Forever in my memories. © 2012 nigrum homonculusReviews
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StatsAuthornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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