high octane riffs climb in my skull
soul fucking my mind
desperation cringes I will never meet you
exhausted glory, I will rage at another concert
just to greet you on the air
your fuck me energy, beathing down on me
a sexual Sadist with an ego I find attractive
damning honesty, I am a groupie
truth be told I wanted to grope you when I had the chance
polite accusations, that would be lewdly disrespectful
my gentleness feels the power you weild
taking a step back, I feel your magic full force
my alter ego is Vixen she is delic[ous
divining ways to seek you out on the aether
jangling the restless spirits within and without
calamity in the commingling of blood
inhumanly beautiful at your throne I kneel
recognizing the sacredness of the hour
s supernove, you rule as a Rock God
me, a mere cult follower
with stars in my eyes
they shine for you
perhaps, you will look out and see my glimmer
Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. I saw Rob Zombie with Fear Factory in concert in 1998. Great show. Appreciate you.
hello dearest Damian this is a true story I was close enough to touch him and did and the lewd thought came in my mind but I know better…1998 that was a great time must have been an awesome show thank you graciously for the love ❤️
This is sweat and stage-light devotion—desire roaring through amplifiers and shaking your ribs.
You kneel to the myth but keep your edge; the hunger is raw, but the awe is real.
hello dearest Thomas I will be there for his upcoming concert they wear me out because I give him my all it will badass…I’m not a fan of anyones but I’m his fan ❤️thank you graciously for the great review ❤️