in defense to my comrades…may they rock in peace

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I need to find my sanctuary Someplace safe Gotta get this outta me.... This is my escape - Otep Dimmu Borgir’s Hybrid Stigmata kept pounding my eardrums, as I relaxed in my bed. I stare blindly in my tranquil room. Here in my sanctuary, I found serenity that I haven’t found anywhere else, even though in reality it is filled with junks and enveloped by hard-pounding metal music. The world is a turmoil itself, but I found an escape. Instead of drowning myself with alcohol, or rely on pot, I’d choose to spent it by singing my lungs out. Letting the music seeped in to my brains and detonate. Burst it up till no more memories or thoughts can ever be recalled or think off. The mood is melancholic and I don’t know the reason why And I feel like these walls are closing in I ask why the lines I’ve drawn are getting thin I feel it down below- the pull of gravity Is it my time to go- challenging my sanity - Valley of Chrome My body’s still throbbing from the blows I received from the concert I’ve been to. My back aches like hell. A guy just landed on it after being lifted by a couple of so-called rockers in the mosh. I can still see the people in the gig, the legions of black shirts, Chuck Taylors, odd outfits and bizarre hairstyles. The flying bottles, shoes, shirts and people are still visible. The growing moshpits and slam-dancing lunatics were really cool. It is an assemblage of the weirdest rockers, goths, punks, emos, screamos, trashers and whatever they think they are. It was indeed a treat for me, after overcoming my first year in college. After the torment, after all the anguish that the final week brought, I surprisingly survived! And this is how I sum all disasters I surmount- slam in the mosh. But why do we choose to get hurt? Well, it’s simply because we’re nuts. We’re stupids coz we escaped reality. The pain that keeps on nipping in these pathetic brains of ours driving us to insanity is better be replaced by all these contusions and body ache. Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution Rock 'n' roll it will survive - AC/DC - Rock/metal music certainly is a haven, clamor to others but to those who are non-discriminatory, it is an eye-opener. In comparison to pop, hip-hop, ballad, RNB and rap whose meaning of songs revolved in love, heartaches and nonsense, rock/metal shows the shadows of life. Not all its songs or artists love rage, stimulate wrath or is against the government and the world (although most are). The real meaning lies behind the distorted/raging guitars, earsplitting/thunderous drumbeats, and deafening/growling vocals. We must simply lend our ears to their music to understand what they really want to express. And, of course you must be selective. Is there no standard anymore. What it takes, who I am where I’ve been belong You can't be something you’re not. Be yourself, by yourself. Stay away from me. A lesson learned in life. Known from the dawn of time. Respect, walk!– Legendary Pantera Discrimination. Wouldn’t the world be so good without it? People who choose to express themselves by wearing odd outfits, having their bodies pierced or simply listening to what others would call noise were fortunate if they have no detractors. People will call them weird and will look at them as if they should exist in a world far from here. They would laugh, and judge without even knowing the person, the real being hidden in the black dress, dark make-up, tattooed body and uncanny scary persona. No one could ever understand No one could ever understand Fight for your honesty Fight for integrity - Mudvayne Will you laugh at me when I say that those who listen to pop and RNB are weird? See, it’s just the other way around. If you see yourself battling with your frustrations by listening to sentimental songs and drying your tears out, then we do it the alternative way. We wreck our eardrums and headbang the whole day long. Weird huh? Rather be odd to your eyes, than be a hypocrite. At least, we are what we really are. And besides, we really chose to be weird. Being normal for us is turning our backs to our belief, self expression and our selves. We are what we are and we should express it. As an artist express themselves through his artworks, as a writer shows his sentiments through writing – so are the people you see in their goth or punk outfits or those who make loud music. Their bodies are their canvass, their music is their poetry. Open up your mind And go your own way – Sepultura