I am volume.

The stereo turned up
-top notch-
harsh to the ear.

I bother not with breezes
nor whispers.

I want to hear you S C R E A M
-to stumble along-
hand in hand
-two skeletons in the wind.

I was a trophy for a night.

But
you
will
be
my
trophy
for
life.

... As I tread upon the hearts of both
                                                          heroes
                                                                    and
                                                                        harlots ...

Storing up titles.
Forgetting faces.
"No, you meant nothing."
-Just a notch in my belt.

I will be brilliant.
An inspiration
to the broken-hearted;
For I was u n t o u c h a b l e.

Unable to lose that which I had not to give:

A Heart.

- For I had given my heart to you.