The Starving Beast

Silent crowd staring, aligned in a deadly regularity
Pride of place, sense of solemnity
A taste of sweat, funeral atmosphere
Gathered to feed the lion with impure
It’s happening again
All the bloodthirsty witnesses waiting for fluids to get spilled
Barbaric admiration

Stitched mouths and dead eyes with cruel glances
The alpha-male untied
Reach satisfaction, where the world ends
Every tension gone only remains the shame
Surrounded by emptiness

Again, darkness settled upon the place in a hoarse rumbling
Majestic beast appearance, freed from its unspeakable dark, in its glorious height

Harmonious moves, vice dancing in violence
Chaotic rhythm of the strong grip
Reflections of deformed grimaces

Echoes of the untold
While mute witnesses are stained with fluids
And time comes to turn off the lights
The starving beast