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Heh, wow. . .

This is a poem one of my regulars wrote about Vector. . .

entitled. .


Alone in the club
Music starts to flow
Dark lights bright
Pictures on the walls move
Minds slow, cease to exist.

Bass thumping
Gothic eyes close
Shadowed in passion
Feel the music
Hearts beat in time.

In walks humanity
A different side of beauty
Bathed in danger
Death on legs and high heels
A smile, a flash of thigh
Tight corset over tattooed flesh
Lips grin, expose fangs
Bloodlust comes and goes
Tide coming in, going out
Waves of music wash over.

Illusion, costume
Dancing, not caring
Float into the trance
Turn the blind eyes
Being the noise
Bring the pain
Whips and flesh
Chains in piercings
Baptism in sound.