Saturday Night Band

by charley - Pisces

Saturday Night Band
Inside the music,
where the smoke has it’s 
own destination
and the lights burn through
your soul.
Where the bass rocks your head
and the drums make you whole,
the beat rips through you and you lose control.
Climb into it’s womb and call it mother,
a feeling so deep it’s almost holy.
It moves into your mind and pushes out anything
else in the way it might find.
But the music isn’t mine,
it’s someone else who makes it.
It permeates my core and penetrates my pit.
And by the end of the night
you’re left with hot ashes for dreams,
or at least that’s the way it seems.
Silence washes away the passion,
and empties my whole
to leave me a little less full,
and life is impure again.



charley

Birth sign: Pisces
Date created: 2000-02-28 03:52:58
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:50
Poem ID: 54848

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