The hypnotic flow of
Swiftly shifting colours;
Hurtling towards you
Only to disappear before your eyes.
Surrounded by faceless, screaming hordes;
Howling themselves into a fiendish frenzy.
Easily swayed into support or judgment.
Caught up in the rise and fall of the music.
Then, suddenly,
It's over.
You stare at the screen in triumph;
Stretching you cramped fingers
As a sense of accomplishment fills you.
I rock.
GuitarHero told me so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey its devon that good, just looking up the family name and saw u were a poet good work