"What I Hear"

summer 1997, sitting on Justin's floor while Derrick worked the CDs. English Sonnet

Sitting here feeling odd,
Thinking not of any God,
Hearing loudness in my ears
Sounds of screams, Filter nears.

Gravity Kills, full of guilt,
Metallica and The House That Jack Built,
Against the Machine we Rage,
While Bone rolls and blows their gauge.

We’re still acting weird,
In our heads never cleared.
Having the Urge to Receive a Gift
But Nirvana never cleared the rift.

Songs of death and hate and war,
Loving music to my very core.