lamps red lights night sky
lamps red lights night sky
The guys look at me like a pesky mosquito. And their girls don't even bother registering my existence. Everyone is just too enamored with the ecstasy of strobing lights and funk music, drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes.
One dude roared at me, take a cig, he says. The leader of the pack sat right across me, giving me that glance. The same ominous glance that he gave me when he placed his arms on my shoulder with vigil intentions. His disciple tells me once again, take a cig dude! I stayed silence. The leader shooed the dude away from his seat.
I reorient myself with water packaged too fancy for my liking. One dude attempts singing Drive My Car, scorned off by everyone from his horrible voice. One couple tries making out on the seat like they don't give a damn about the others. Yuhhhhhhhh
When I left the stuffed room, retreating to the world with the night sky loomed by a full moon's glow, I take it a breather. Returning to nowhere where no one is here or notices and the night is still young.