Starving poet, desperate writer,
taking the podium my nerves all shot,
knowing fully I'm gonna give it my all.
I straighten up, let the words fly,
blurring the lines between truth and lies,
attempting to relate with those around me,
my emotions ebbing and flowing like a cut vein.
I whisper, I shout like a madman,
standing here for the sake of public humiliation,
waiting to get shot down in flames.
I rave, I moan about this unfair life ,
I let the hideous affixed demon within,
letting the world see me as I am,
in all its glistening black glory.
I shudder, writhe in pure rage,
even though I poured my needled heart out,
although I tried to relate to these masses,
icy silence follows and they have nothing to say.