I suddenly became electric, transfixed by the music,
They danced around fire and hollered in verse,
It was an orchestra of the soul,
A raw howl from the devil's wicked jaws,
...
The people drank from bottles,
Bottles laced with carnage, and snorted lines of bereavement.
They huffed bags of hope, and injected needles full of meek desire.
They licked dreams and smoked freedom, they were the lost generation.
...
Bohemia
I suddenly became electric, transfixed by the music,
They danced around fire and hollered in verse,
It was an orchestra of the soul,
A raw howl from the devil's wicked jaws,
I was drowning, a Marshall of heavens gate.
Angelic cries spurred the flames higher and higher,
A broken hymnal from the heart of every man, woman and child.
The music stopped.
I had become a junkie to the veracious beat, and I bled out waiting for my next fix.