31 July 2012
The pulse is pounding, The darkness is calling, Living the moment is all they care about. All you care about.
The only light is strobes Flashing randomly and harshly. Highlighting what people are doing on and off the floor. Legal or not, its happening.
Bodies withering in ecstasy to the beat playing, An enchantment holding them tightly, Never going to release them. Sweat glistening along with glitter, water and other shit Making the people look more than they really are... Inhuman... Other...
Loud beats playing, Deafening. Amazing, Drawing anybody and everybody on to the floor. A sirens call.
Small spaces between, Enough to dance, sway, wither and jump.
Liquid flying everywhere, No clothe is safe, But who really cares! When all you can feel, see and hear is the beat, music, pulse pounding through your body making you move.
All you can focus on is now, The moment, Letting the spell of ecstasy wash over you... And your trapped. The music dark and heavy, catches you body and soul. Time is meaningless.
There is No Past Or Future Just Now!
This is the dance floor... Let the fun and games begin!
©minxyMolly
Inspired By Prodigy (can't Think Of A Title :-/ ) • Opuss № I