Rave
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Smoke. Smoke is everywhere, and the multicolored lasers fire off to the beat of the music. The crowd pulses and moves to the bass slamming through them, and there were no drugs needed at this party to feel blissfully happy.
The faint smell
Of tobacco. That hated smell,
Forever fused into
Skin, sheets and Mind.
Last night,
Every flashing light
Every piercing shriek
Every bass note from the
Rave
Rage
Set blaze to the day
Let everything burn
In anger
Scorn
Desolation
For life is nothing
But endless strife
And lamentation.
There is nothing more that can be done
The list is winding down
The black and white of lights flashing
The colors swimming around people’s bodies.
Tonight is not just a pit of people dancing
It's that aching feeling
That rush
That spark in your pupils.
As you look up, you see that man.
He's commanding every soul in the room.
How though? How can it be.
