Third
Unposted
A faint hinted rhythm grows slowly tonight, for only this once will his love see the light
His heart gushes love yet his mind stems the flow, and lovers are scarcer for this man than so
A passion destroyed before pity's tapped out, aborted the feelings of one so devout
He sulks, not a moment too far or too long, and seeks to be powerful, potent and strong
Sonorous, potent and asked for a ring, he seeks a new path for subtlety's sting
He cherishes only that which is wrong, for reasons beyond any idle man's song
Will mute be his choice for the opera this day, or will firebrands always now keep him away?
He begs for silence that will never come, but silence in his mind announces each one
Desire is an enemy, growing within, he beats it down with a sigh then a grin
He stalks the attention of one like himself, but finds there is nothing so simple on shelf
Such a creature of habit he sits down and waits, and hopes to catch notice of one he debates
Sadly, he lives for that monthly retreat, though no time will he seek to better repeat
He's tried meditation, but thinks it's a joke, could one such as him be so wise to provoke?
He stands yet again, trying to disappear, and in spite of the lustre he shows, no one cheers
The people surrounding him don't understand, the words that they feed him are more like demands
You hardly believe that he harbours such pain, but the day that he tells you, it begins again
Though his mind draws such romance he says he abhors, the silence was better than ever before
His turmoil within seeks to steal him away, yet somehow desire turns areas gray
A hint of annoyance flicks on his face, and what would he say to a more gentle pace?
Will dreaming of peace bring him closer to life, or will his distractions find edges of knife?
He sheds not his wearied and half-destroyed skin, but battery likened to something akin
He'll make them see him or damned to abhor, the only one here who is marked as he swore
Unswayed at the lack of disturbance he draws, his fight is upon him, by tooth or by claw
Imagine a visage of powerful peace, now take it away and replace with a beast
He hides himself perfectly inside his skin, and no one believes that it's intimate sin
For a moment of joy, trailing years left of guilt, tear down the beige walls he so carefully built
And each tear-filled instant he cannot abide, regretting each moment he's human inside
What breathtaking sadness has trapped him in here, what terrible choice makes him live, lost in fear?