In a swirling mass,
the thrumming undercurrent rippling in waves off the walls, churning the teeming mass of people like a tepid cauldron of dizzy bodies and delirious minds, all here to become senseless for just one more night, for just one night of pleasurable intoxication,
And to die from would be okay for them.
YOU ARE READING
In Principio
Poetryhello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.
