The voice of sweet silence spoke volumes
To a generation of the lost
At last I was here
Bad times in a past
Now faded to a whisper
As the audience await my true
Belonging

The soft roar from the quiet
Let my lips burn
Words formed in my mind to a quiet
Shout
Yet nothing prepared them for my onslaught
No one thought my devilish grin
As waves of warmth stole
Their voices
Be mused hypnotist spin

For now they be mine
Disciples for the broken mind
Ready for the world to hold
Preach my prose
Express my will
Spread the word
My verse is here
The world is ready and my work has
Only just begun