Heartbreak Hotel (Rewritten Version)
Down a sad, lonely road, passing all the empty souls that walks along it, emerges a sign in the distance. Red and neon--it cursive letter twits and curves, merging into one another to spell out something as empty as the road that leads to it. Heartbreak Hotel-- it stands on the east side of 57th avenue. Towering many buildings as it shows its superiority. A two story building with many bright lights shining down on the damp, wet streets of Harlem, luring all desperate souls there. People who are looking for a place to belong. To be whole. And as they step inside, it surrounds them. Giving the feeling of relief and tranquility. They are home. This is their nirvana. Though this place is their nirvana, all places have their secrets. Bones that are buried deep within the bricks and wood that hold the place together. Remember, things are always too good to be true. And though there are smiling faces, with laughter coming from those smiles, and music emerging from the laughter. Hoots and hollering. Clapping and stopping. The sway of peoples backs as they dance to its hypnotizing songs. There are frowns with tears, and heartache where the tears emerges, and secrets that caused the heartache. No one is as free as they seem. It is all an allusion. A trance that is so real, that no one can break free from it. They become more lost than ever before. This is the Heartbreak Hotel.