Prince of Charming

Navigating through life  
In a shroud of animosity,  
Worn as a mask to hide  
Contempt for authority;  
   
Trying to play it off  
As ambition.  
   
Convinced that if  
Something is said  
Loud enough  
And often enough  
It is the truth.  
   
A man of appetite  
Stares at each sunrise    
With cold desire  
Behind a charming smile    
And drooling eyes  
   
He would have    
The whole world    
If he could…  
Or would he?  
He can’t.    
And that    
Drives the need    
To devour  
   
He gets what he wants  
Then sets it on fire  
To watch it dance    
Against the void of night,  
   
Fallen stars  
Drifting away,  
Crumbling slivers  
Of floating embers  
   
Reverse silhouettes  
Twisting and screaming    
Into oblivion,  
Fading to ashes  
While snapping    
And crackling  
Into silent stillness  
   
And absolute nothing.  
   
A hollow man  
Swallows all  
Until he is full  
(Or you are left empty)