An exploration of a theme that disturbs me

Just Dance

Moving bodies, faint
Sweat and alcohol fills my nostrils

I don't belong here but he pulls me in,
convinces me with the music and his eyes
the sweet, slightly artificial smile - which I barely notice

I don't belong here but my body is no longer mine,
the beat takes over
move, his hands sickeningly far too close

the strobelights hypnotizing
- no, this cannot be real

I exist no more
only this dream, this nightmare I've become numb to

He pulls me in..

Tomorrow the regret makes me painfully alive

Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-10 at 23:48

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by SecretWords