Urban dark melodies
thumping out a tribal heartbeat,
mesmerising the senses
with their mimicking of an erratic pulse
resounding off darkened claustrophobic walls,
toward a crowd consumed by black.
Gothic undercurrents scream
in individual voices
but all the pale faces reply
with the same non-conformist story.
Black sheep which follow
the same faceless shepherd,
lured into a pen that they believe
cannot be labelled.
Alcohol flows freely
blurring edges in its hold,
dulling reactions,
rendering reality an abstract interpretation.
The night grows darker.
There are many hours until the dawn breaks.
Tomorrow the drums will beat again
and the flock will return;
to drown out the conversation of the world.
