Ring of Metal

Circles of smoke surround in rings,
as music is played to a voice that sings,
heavy strums of loudness vibrate,
seems their expressions are of hate,
hate for the world which is hurting,
represented by cuts of blood spurting,
expose us to events which are hidden away,
lift us from the depths of depressive grey,
bringing our minds to a greater purpose,
let us float on an open surface,
able to see far in the airs breeze,
slowly our drugged minds unfreeze,
awake into a world which is our own,
traveling this journey is never alone.