Dedicated to Heather Colbert and the fallen.
Softly through the shadows break
The awareness of whispers take
Life from these who suffer
Unknown and smothered
From one who tries to be,
Unlike others.
The party lights blare
As he begins to prey
“She’s a whore.
Look at her.”
Feeling cool and liked,
All the eyes are bright.
Who will fall tonight?
Knows not who she is.
Two weeks later does
The light blind?
* * * * *
Alone in a crowd.
The music takes over.
Feel the beat, beat, beat.
Friends are near, far away.
Set free in the rhythm.
Dance to escape in to
Nothing and everything.
Remember the day he
Took her wrists.
Inside begin to twist.
Remember he said she lies.
She is not a virgin, virgin, virgin,
Rape, rape, rape.
Feel the heat rise.
The flame takes over
As you begin to sweat.
Pound the hate into
The ground.
The rage consumes,
Transforms into something
Beautiful.
Unleash the fire.
Consume the madness.
Feed the rage.
Fell the eyes burn bright.
Become one with the night.
Whisper, whisper, whisper,
To the wind
Let go to the enforcers
And feel as one.