Crying at the Disco

The hour of the night has come upon
When pulses quicken and voices hush hush
The base caresses, drives the figures to dawn
And boys circle girls, with lips so lush

My eyesight dims and fantasies awaken
All in a rhythm I delve into space
I know when I leave I will be shaken
That I won’t recognize my waning face

But right now the magic is screaming
Teething through the air, into blood streams
The wine I drink is my blood, seeped in dreaming
None of the faces around know what it means

To be here, trapped and united by sound
Everything lost, so it’s easy to be found