Metal Head

Walking in,
the smell hits me.
The smell of blood,sweat,and booze,
a smell I remember fondly.

I see bloody noses,
fists flying everywhere.
My ears are bursting,
from the metallic grind that fills the air.

I leap into the pit,
and lose all control.
Beaten and mauled the whole time,
but I'm willing to pay that toll.

The beautiful shred of guitar,
makes us go mental.
And as i leave,
i yell "Damn I love heavy metal!!!!!"