Floors and neon angels.

Oh esoteric beat, pull me up to dance among the stars,
Light the skies in neon, and flash in thundering dance,
Your thump shakes the world, makes me lose my mind,
Your voice rattles through me, like chain dragged through pipe.

Hold me tight, oh arms of voices, entrap me here,
lost in flesh hued bars I feel the need for air, but can not escape,
I am a prisoner of the smoke hung void, a pretty trap,
I am spun and crushed, bruised like a rose petal.

These lights, once so enticing, kill me, stab my eyes,
The feet once so fleet and light, drag as they perform ritual movements,
and the world spins even when I do not, spinning, spinning, spinning,
Oh gods stop this carousel fair, it hurts too much, I can not think any more.

But I don't want to think any more, I don't want pain any more,
so I picked myself that needle back up off the floor,
I popped those smooth white pills into the back of my throat,
I regret it only now as I drop into the darkness, loosing my ability to float.

From the floor, the dancers are angels, the lights are heaven,
As I am stuck, confined here, drowning slowly in the bile that rises from my gut,
Unnoticed by the world that spins around me, lost in that rhythm,
Drowning under a thump, drowning in sound, drowned here by excitement.