With your hands
Held aloft
And passion blazing in your eyes,
Your voice resonates
In an empty room
For the audience
Strain to hear
The whispers from the shadows.
And the applause
Echoing in your ears
Is merely a work of fiction.
Those who shout loudest
Will be the first
To lose their voice.

I just want to fade into the
Background to be only
White noise,
A fuzzing a buzzing.
A screen I'm in that's void.

the belly of the beast
holds an undeniable hunger
a need
a want
an uncontrollable urge
to break everything asunder

the mind of the beast
knows nothing of real value
no poetry
no music
no reasoning behind thoughts
or balance to push through

the heart of the beast
feels everything but pain
some love
some affection
something to hold on to
but nothing to gain