Heaven is a Thrash Metal Concert

I died twice in a decade

Spent years slowly shriveling to a husk, becoming empty

Bones crushed to dust by the weight of “what if?”

My ghost haunted this world

Even as misery bloated my corpse,

Covered in shrouds of “should have“ and “supposed to be”

My first death was an instant and an eternity

My second death came quickly, the kind of ancient mercy

That death became a formless state

Fearless, and willing to be reborn

Ended by electricity shocking a still heart

A double bass drum pounding resuscitation

Breathing life with howling screams

Into the place of primal awakening

Knowing finally the freedom to exist as my spirit dictates

Within the sacred surrender to sound

That cacophony of energy

A mass of swirling forms

Like a portal to another dimension,

I found the resurrection of identity