(no subject)
I walk into the dimly lit, packed room
The people stare not judging but wond’ring
Their clothes black, displaying scenes of gloom.
I’m out of place but it does not pain me
I’m here for the band, just like everyone
Except I’m a true fan, not here for show.
Song starts, can’t wait to see (insert someone)!
People thrash and freak out-why do I go?
To feel this connection and high from words
So meaningful my whole world turns around.
The crowd worsens but the music assures
Me that this is life, which keeps me on ground.
Guitar hums so loud we turn to listen
The singer’s soul so black is glistens.