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 heart is in a pit 
“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”