Softly sifting through the sands
Nothing of value grips to your hands
Zooming out the hourglass seems diminutive
Zooming farther the grand scheme is visible
The speck of dust thinks it's important
How cute

Breaking the divide
Divided by loneliness
Bringing us closer
Discerning true friend as rival
Two people, two children
Purist combatants
Savage beasts dancing circles in the sand
Their actions catching the eyes of heaven
Clashing in quick succession
Just to fall in each others embrace
Chasing him the way death chases life
A few beats behind him but ready to pounce
Chasing her the way the Sun chases the moon
Patient and slow, eager to make a move

Their love
Like the kiss from unconsciousness
*It steals you
body and soul

blast beats drop and the beasts come out to play
Don't end yet, one more chorus, one more breakdown
can you feel the beating of my heart?
It bleeds at every beat, it booms with every breath
My skin runs over my wire frame, electrified by the sound
elevated by the crowd, empowered by lights, A silence takes me.
And then thunder

I am the animist inside the dancer.
Cigarette smoke for the spirits,
Sweat as my sacrifice
Pulling on the chords that bind me like a puppet to the sound
Breaking strings and mending spirits,
Rending air with empty hands.
Forcing my will in the pitch black
Just to make a walk on in your thoughts.

My heart is the bass beat that blasts rhythmically with the lights that catch in the pools of blue bombs that drop in the midst of the floor
I accept the impact naturally.
One sacrifice now
Another on its way
Feel the fade
Capture the glow.
The not so quiet; before the storm.
Eyes dilate,
Breath,
Set my footing
Grin.
Here comes the next song.

I am a tinder man on fire
Burned alive by my every will and desire.
At my center a cracked heart fills to the brim
It bursts
It pours into my open wounds
this wrecked body is my boon
Because when you stand on barbed wire over fire.
When you take yourself to the lowest of low
Dragging your charcoal husk out of the funeral pyre
Just to see if you can take the next blow.
You aren't doing it for anyone other than yourself

His naked body thrown amid the papered floor.
Highlighted by the flood lights
His body amid a sea of the darkest night
Commiting emotion into broken phrases
He tries to communicate the best he can
It slides down the side of his chin
His fingers stained like a brush from the scratching
His hair and skin stained with last nights work
his legs bruised from the kicking
his lip swollen from fear
His body writhes violently with one final attempt
He tries to scream but theres no sound
Tears roll down his cheek and onto the paper