Now Go Insane
The music flowed through my body like electricity; a rhythm my heart could beat to. Pulsing, echoing, becoming as much a part of me as the inconsistent lurch of my heartbeats.
A never-ending dream of love…
I could see the other dancers, flashing in and out of my vision as I struggled to remain conscious, wondering when exactly Jasen had slipped the ecstasy into my drink. "Don't worry," he'd said as I drank out of the damned plastic cup. "I won't let them get you."
Dance with me…
The music didn't bother me like Mish said it would…I liked the way the bass vibrated through my body, weaving us in and out of existence—a much better fix than anything Mish could have offered. I was tired of her constant "experiments", the inevitable bad trips and hangovers. Even Jasen's ecstasy could not compare to the music.
Only one place you can make your dreams come true…Can you feel it?
When I finally walked us to the dancing crowd, there was something wrong with Jasen's eyes. Like he was looking for something, but whatever he was seeing wasn't in the room with us. Empty, hollowed out orbs swirling in every direction as we danced, grinding our way into an eternity without worries, without hope, without ending.
Just close your eyes…
And then nothing mattered anymore, because suddenly I was two halves made whole again, another victim to society. I was the music, the music was me, and I knew I could never be torn away from it. Assisted suicide, bass ringing in my ears.
Forget your name…
My fingers intertwining with his, our bodies interlocked until we were undistinguishable, mimicking the same song and dance the couples around us were performing. Burning, inextinguishable desires swirling and exploding within each other, searching for something distant and surreal.
Forget the world…
Darkness clouding my mind, somehow tangible amidst the flashing lights and the swirling colors. Falling into a pool of sounds, blinding, breathing, pulsing music. The lyrics vibrated through me like a disease, like cancer..
Now Go Insane.
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I'm pretty sure "Open Up Your Eyes" is a song already...
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