Metalhead

I heed the patter of the song,

As it trickles,
And tiptoes its way,
On and on,
In my ears.

There it permeates,
The stealthy chap.
Breathing in,
The sum of all my fears.

This is the bliss,
Making me forget,
The trepidations,
That do not betray,
But safekeep,
The promises meted out by my heaven.

This is the hope,
Melting into,
The simmering ambition.

This is the hold,
Reining my rage,
Lodged in the ashes of time.

This is insanity.
Bewitching,
In all its brazen invitation.

This is the drive,
Tugging at the stale fragments,
Strewn across the flickering throes,
Of happiness unburdened.

This is the dark,
Laced with me.

There it is,
Purging the remnants,
I long to flee.

Peace you may summon,
Thank you for your concern.
Await the luring salvation,
To the point of no return.