Friday, April 13, 2012

There is violence in my chest

What do you see when you look at me?

A disgusting, revolting, miserable excuse for a man, with over sized nose, slimy green eyes and a pathetic face deserving nothing but to be pounded in repeatedly with a hammer.

You see a weak, malformed creature with no purpose other than to bring misery to everyone around him. A monstrosity that is too weird to live and too rare to die.

You see an abomination.

You see a piece of shit.

Whispers

Razor sharp blades
Beneath the surface
Blue pebbles
Running scared in my veins
Lightning strikes
Bolts through my heart
Burns my skin
Glowing red eyes
Peering at me
From me
Acid words flow forth
From a silent voice
With hot steel hooks
Claws at my soul
A harsh brutal hate
From within

A gentle soft voice
Glowing white skin
Eyes with compassion
You are a beautiful light
In my ugly darkened world

Catching up

August last year, I went to Germany, to the Wacken Open Air Festival.

It was the most enjoyable, and most painful, experience of my life. I went with two friends, Nick and Shereen, the significant other did not accompany me, since metal isn't her thing.

Enjoyable:
I got to see bands that I have been listening to for decades. Matt Barlow's last show with Iced Earth before retiring, Judas Priest's last show ever, Ozzy Osbourne, Blind Guardian, Avanantasia, Motorhead - This was one incredible show. I met wonderful people, made some awesome new friends, and saw a country for how a country should be. I love Germany.

Painful:
I realised that my relationship with Bianca was on the rocks. The voice inside was loud and destructive, eating me up and spitting me out over and over. Upon my return to South Africa, Bianca and I went to see a family therapist. The therapist helped me see that I really was the problem in our relationship. I no longer added any meaning to their lives, and I needed to leave. So September 2011, I moved out.

The band recorded a demo in March, titled Chastity. We've submitted it on the RoadRunner Records SignMeTo website, let's see what happens.

In February this year, I started dating a wonderful woman.

The problem? The voice is still there, loud and extremely obvious. I hate myself. I am polluting her with my filth. I don't deserve the air I breathe.



Random thought: Save a little prayer for the fallen one.