Worn converses scuff the floor.
The crowd sings, and they roar
his name. Things aren't the same
like anonymous Mondays before.
He pulls out his strings. Silence.
Steel vibrates and sings; Violence
erupts and again he hears his name.
It isn't the same... but he finds it
strangely fitting; On this stage
he's the benefactor and the tyrant.
He's the laughter, killing quiet.
It's not your average Monday
but no surprise, he finds he likes it.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Worn converses scuff the floor.
The crowd sings, and they roar
his name. Things aren't the same
like anonymous Mondays before.
He pulls out his strings. Silence.
Steel vibrates and sings; Violence
erupts and again he hears his name.
It isn't the same... but he finds it
strangely fitting; On this stage
he's the benefactor and the tyrant.
He's the laughter, killing quiet.
It's not your average Monday
but no surprise, he finds he likes it.
