Heroes do exist,
and they are those
who keep
so many people
away from solitude
and suicide...
Teaching them all
about life
and death,
heaven
and hell.
It's not just about
their music,
it's about their
melodies
and lyrics
make me feel...
Life can
sometimes be
a horrible bitch,
and you
only want
to get rid
of her...
But shr
can also be
beautiful,
and is that
beauty
what they show to
us...
Us,
metalheads,
uncomprehended souls
wandering
through this world,
trying
to avoid those
who call
themselves
'normal'.
Do you know
what's the
name
I give to
them?
Intolerant.
Maybe
one day
what we like
will be accepted,
but until them...
We will
stand
proud
of being
METALHEADS.
A metalhead,
a dark girl,
a poet of souls,
a fighter for
freedom of feeling,
a seeker for
tolerance,
respect
and love,
tired of being
rejected by
society,
wrote
this short poem
that might be
full of grammar
and spelling
mistakes,
at midnight,
lying in bed,
listening to
her saviours,
because she
needed
to yell
what she was
carrying
inside her
dark
heart.
She doesn't
mind
if this doesn't
rhyme;
her only
desire
is to tell
all of
those
who felt the
same
reading this
that you are not
ALONE.
You will
always
have a
twin soul.
No matter how
far
they are.
Their pressence
will always be
in your
HEART.
