They move like dancers
Fuelled by bloodlust.
Heavy hands weighted
With the hopes of a nation.
An ampitheatre of
Fluorescent lights.
The chariots of the colosseum
Move through the shadows
And the savage beasts
Walk on two feet.

We sleep
So our darkest thoughts
Can be passed off
As nightmares

The opening notes,
Bursting off the guitar,
Hit my ears softly,
But with the power of a truck.
Chills ran through skin,
Then stayed there.