Monster in the moonlight

A sea of faces, smiling at me,
Waiting for my act,
They sit bug eyed and expectantly.

Memories awaken inside

- The music so loud,
It reverberates in your chest,
The bass flows heavily through the crowd,
You wonder through the numb sweaty faces,
Looking for someone or something,
In all the possible spaces,
Who isn’t just bumbling.

She lost herself,
Dropped with the sweaty bass,
Left the purity on the shelf.
Your skin melts off your face, 
Every touch sends an array of persuasive sensation through your body,
Sending you to an alternate place- 

I look up, 
They await my transformation,
As long as I consume all that is in my cup.

I become bouncy,
I become spontaneous,
I become scary,
I become dangerous.
I become a monster who plays in the moonlight.

They all love the new creation
Thus they sit in anticipation;
And wait, for the alcohol -the drugs- to take their effect.

The glass smashes to the floor,
The acid burns through the table,
No more I say, no more.
The pills pushed to the ground

The coke is wiped off the middle console,
She gets up, turns around,
And runs,
Past the trips, past the strips,
She gets out the black merc this time and sprints,
Away from the crushed lines,
Away from the drunken night blips,
She has had enough with the MDMA
Enough with the foul play,
No more she shouts,
No more.

Her show is over
Homeward Bound I whisper,
Homeward Bound.