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The Drug
The thumping
The heavy pounding of the bass
Beating through your body
The roar of the crowd breaks through your intoxicated haze
God you're so dizzy
You're pulled into the crowd
Into the mass of gyrating bodies
Any doubts or suspicions blown away by whatever's rushing through your system
You give into it
You abandon all thoughts
Of love
Of hate
Everything
Gone
Let the music and the drug wash over you
Not caring that you'll turn up in a back alleys dumpster
Violated and cut open
You don't care
The heavy pounding of the bass
Beating through your body
The roar of the crowd breaks through your intoxicated haze
God you're so dizzy
You're pulled into the crowd
Into the mass of gyrating bodies
Any doubts or suspicions blown away by whatever's rushing through your system
You give into it
You abandon all thoughts
Of love
Of hate
Everything
Gone
Let the music and the drug wash over you
Not caring that you'll turn up in a back alleys dumpster
Violated and cut open
You don't care
Published 24th Dec 2014
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24th Dec 2014 2:21am
Yes, any real sense of self-preservation vanishes, along with dignity, integrity and the capacity for enjoying much of anything other than that thumping bass. Fine job, Hear
24th Dec 2014 3:32am
24th Dec 2014 5:47pm
A drugged mind always have a hard time comprehending reality. No matter how hard you try you never have 100% clarity.
