RIP Mitchell Adam LuckerYesterday was a bad day. I found out one of my idols and the lead of one of my favourite bands, Mitch Lucker, died from a bone infection after crashing his motorbike.
The feeling of losing someone you idolize is horrific. You don't know them, but you know what they mean to you. It's like losing a brother or sister, like having someone you loved ripped from you. Your stomach drops, your mouth goes dry and you cry, so hard. Or at least I did. Suicide Silence was one of the first metal bands I liked and even though I still don't understand what the fuck he's screaming about, I still listen to them daily.
So I changed my journal skin in memory of this great man and I am also making a tribute video for him. EDIT: The video - http://youtu.be/xltNXMErl2Y
Rest In Peace, Mitch. Stomp on in heaven.
Character ProfileCharacter ProfileCharacter Profile1 year ago in Writing More Like This
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My ChoiceMy ChoiceMy Choice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind is being pushed to the limit, my heart ripped out of my chest and torn to pieces.
I am told my decision is wrong, my choice is unnatural. I am a demon, an abnormality, a disease.
But yet, I have never felt more right. To lie side by side with a woman in bed, to hold her hand in public, to kiss her and to caress touch her... What could be wrong about that?
It's abnormal, they say. A monstrosity, they cry. You're seeking attention, they accuse
All because I love another woman. Is this what society expects me to be? To bend to their urges and release my love on her? To release my hold on her and her on me?
It's never going to happen.
And neither will the acceptance of my choice.