I miss the smoky underground
Where shadows held me tight
Where music pulsed in Extasy
And love was painted in night
I miss the strobe lighting in downtown clubs
Distorting my deranged point of view
Where nobody was anyone at all
And I could be anyone too
Sunset marked the hour
Where the demons start to rise
We go from dawn
And into darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well Written, wonderful AIAB