The Beat
How can you be just there,
pulsing and throbbing in the background
moving,
caressing me,
becoming part of my body,
taking over my motor skills
making me move to your hypnotic tempo,
taunting me to go harder,
fluent with the melody
as if it was just another nerve impulse.
When I'm alone
your the one I crave,
desire,
fiend,
can't live without your magnetic grab.
Your the one that removes my anguish,
the one that heals my scars,
replenishes my soul
and keeps my demons at bay,
truly soothing the savage beast.
Surrounded by a crowd
of similar creatures
I become one with the masses,
a collective being,
stepping and grooving
to the tones.
So many styles,
and moves,
metamorphing into a ritualistic desire
making one and all harmonious,
and serine,
as we dance away
Society's depression and sorrow
like when the wolf howls out his pain,
leaving it on the clouds to carry away.
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