My mind is tired, tired of the hefty weight of despair and negativity from the day
But a sense of euphoria rushes through When bass hits the drums of my ears
It does not care about depressed men for it only watches out for themselves
The soul lingering in the music takes possession of my body.
My body sings with awkward jerks and fluid caressing the music in sync with it, urging it on.
The air is heavy with the smell of sweat, the smell of passion
Although breathless, it continues to provide a voice for the voiceless
I now can't live with it nor without it.
Because although my body and muscles now scream in torment and pain, It provides an addictive drug