the marrow of a bone

dear gods what is this noise I hear this cacophonous wave of screaming and howling and inhuman madness to a beat, such torment and anguish, such power in a message delivered so honestly, like a complete descent in a motion and a movement, no time to breathe between heavy waves assaulting the psychosis and the soul, there is fear unleashed from the heart of this beast, I relish the sensation of gathered energy left after every line, every note, every shrieking guttural word, the attack is made and received in a kind of hideous sonic ecstasy with my eyes lighting up blazing savage joy rapture formed with the message received, solid forms and boundaries destroyed within the mental environment at a glance, intertwining peaks and valleys spiraling towards a sharp and sudden destruction no room for gawking tourists hawking cheap inquiries concerning matters of a truly baseless physical nature, absolutely trivial jibberjabber really, all in all strange reactions to a very powerful piece of work the marrow of a bone speaks of pain or deep wounds maybe random cultural reference no match for that voice in memory pain is too real beautiful