Club
The music dances into the air
Making its way out of the establishment
Turning and swerving around the masses
Waiting in the front door
To lure you in
The crowd waits to get passively patted down
Mixes of people from everywhere arrive
Yet all the same to the beat of the music
Controlled by the bass
Seduced by the words
Subdued by the repetition of it all
In or out
You’re captured by it
Tempted by its attractiveness
Hours and hours pass
The end is near
Music slows down
Last call is on the brink
The mass becomes more alive
As if to wake from a slumber
Jolted back into this reality
Music wants its revenge
Movements are no longer rhythmic
But becoming violent
Fists are formed
Foul words pollute the air
It chokes them
Hectic,chaotic
They want to break free
The mass turns on each other
Bottles are thrown
Drinks have become confetti
Women are now unstable creatures
Where’s the music?
Where’s the hypnotizing music?
That once controlled the mass of people
It has unleashed this madness
Or has it only shown the
REALITY of it all?
Sarai 5:28 pm on February 5, 2014 Permalink |
Wow. I was just thinking about how I’d like to have fun and dance too. This is the unfortunate truth.
Tootsie 5:32 pm on February 5, 2014 Permalink |
Ha! Let’s just do it at home 🙂