The ART of Dancing

Hypnotic sounds play

Drum in my ears

The depth of which I move an sway

Rolling of insturments like thunder

Strike nerves like lightning

Jolted to start

Bodies move faster

Swaying inevitably clicks to the beat

Clocks thats click to every second

Blends into something more

More of which its heated

Burning sensation

Melts my brain

And liquefies my movements

to the point where I mesh with others

Our bodies mix together

More of which rythm controls

My movements like a puppet on a string

Downing this sickness

It drownds me in heat an sweat

This sickness infects everyone

Turning them into beasts of the beat

Savages of rythum

This sickness diagnosed

"The Art of Dancing"