Tonight We Feast

Dressed to impress,
He steps in time with the beat,
Longing stares and unawares are the welcomes of the weak,
Eyes wide in the thrill of it all,
How quickly the sheep fall to the beast.

Hollow words fill empty hearts,
False wisdom he imparts,
With a suit of skin and a button up lie,
Save face,
Masks don't cry.

Chewed up and spit out,
With nothing to lose,
Blood pours from gaping wounds,
Anything to staunch the flow,
No telling how far they will go,
Wanting comfort from the pain,
The prey seeks out the beast in vain.

Hollow words for an empty heart,
The beast laughs as he tears it apart.

Just another victim,
Just another victim of a line well versed.