Two hours past midnight,
the nightlife keeps growing wild,
adrenaline brimming
in the enclosed room.

Dizzy,
I spin around
to catch up with crazy lights
that cannot agree
on a common routine.

People leap into the air,
up and down and up again,
toad-like,
weaves bouncing along.

Tongues run loose,
licking make-up off a stranger’s face,
they all see a prince
in the drunken man that leaps like a frog.

I am here as well,
dreading every choice I ever made,
wishing death upon this ugly scene.
Everything turns blurry,
crickets echo loudly
in my lonely perception.

Unhappy,
alone,
deserted in a crowd
that exhales tobacco,
jealous of the idiots
able to let loose and not care,
unconsciously alive
more than my conscious self.
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