Clubbing Blows

Noise.
Such noise.
Lights, and
people, and
noise.
Such noise.
Cramming,
jamming,
can’t keep breathing.
Crushing,
rushing,
gently squeezing
the air from my lungs,
colour from my face.
Running from light,
can’t win this race.
People dancing,
pain lancing
my every single cell.
Temperature rise,
no time for goodbyes,
burning up in this Hell.
Try for the door,
crash to the floor,
no-one sees a thing.
Noise.
Such noise.
From the angels as they sing.

by Dan Brown

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Comments (1)

Sounds more like baby seal slaughtering to me Dan! lol They do have chill out rooms I hear! Smiling at you, Tai