I listened to the screams of the dead. Echoes bring about thoughts of my own mortality, Thinking about how they once lived with a duality. I think that is where the comparison ends, For I am no musician, and she has already met her end. This world is cruel to those who try to take, A look behind the cracks in the wall. I hear her sonic, vibrant vibrations Calling me, telling me that there is more Willing me to see the foundations. The bedrock of my own mortality, How I will navigate through my duality. 5/10/21 – Andy McRae
In 2018 a Jill Janus, the lead singer for the metal band Huntress committed suicide. It was hard to see another talented musician’s life end this way, but this one hit me extra hard. She was bipolar, like I. Although I was not having any issues like that it makes you feel like if it can happen to them, it could happen to me. It scared me. Fast forward a couple years, I was listening to Huntress for the first time in a while and it made me think of this and I wrote this poem.
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