Mon, 09/18/2017 - 10:57 -- Neftee

Daggers of sound
Stab the night
Like lovers found
But tonight we live
For it.
Live like living will
Fix the problems,
Even tho it won't.
We dance with the strobes
The smoke is an umbrella,
All around me I hear
And shouting.
Paint on their faces
The girls sing,
Paint in their eyes
The boys scream,
We dance though the mess
Till the mess was us.
The night was a
Burst of sound in an
Empty vacuum.
And it's shockwaves
Are still pulsating
Into eternity.
what a waste of time.
what a marvelous


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