kesem

Darkness murking
Music blasting
Colors flashing
Go-go dancing

People pushing
Bodies sweating
Models seeking
Muscles bragging

Couples kissing
Rounds making
Nights forming
Ego crashing

"What's wrong?" I ask
He looks drunk, but inside his mind is clear
He's not high, his smile misleads

"I don't know," he says
While everyone cheers
He closes his eyes and whispers, so no one hears

"I don't want to live"