All of The Lights

How many times have I been absorbed in this shine?
We can do anything we want in them
and when they go away,
we dont know our way.

They speak to us in clear whispers.
I can't leave them.
It has a life of its own,
living out its desire with my body.
Im not the only victim of this bliss;
everyone in the club are too.

This whole street strip may cause me a seizure.
Its going fast,
too fast for me to see.
The lights dont want me to see without it.
It sedates me.
"More drinks, looser girls."
It orders more and they distract me.
No one believes me.
I keep telling them....

"Just look at it. Can't you hear it? Doesn't it call you too?"

Im not crazy.
It speaks to me.

Don't get caught in them
or they'll take you too.

Later Days