TragicAntiHero

Footsteps clatter, silent chatter The waves of laughter crash and subside A salt-beaten sailor, I wait for it to end Lost in the sea of the crowd and No one knows where I am Home at last, few minutes've passed Already the room sears spite and loathing Too close, too far, too torrid arrives the onslaught Overstepping my boundaries in an attempt of bravery, my wings flux They all see me fall, but no one knows where I am Frigid stares, bitter glares Averting their icy gazes, into the holy house I go Labeled a faithful predator amongst the snow-white sheep I slump into a pew, waiting to be hunted They sense my thirsty fangs, but n