The smell of fresh lit ciggarettes and sweat fill my nose.
Looking for a break in the crowd the band begins to play.
I hear the anger in their voice.
I feel the crowd begin to sway
The music pumps through me.
I think to myself;
Ive never felt this way.
I inch closer to the stage
It seems as though they are screaming the words from my heart that I just can seem to say
I feel as though the music consumes and wraps me tight in its embrace
Im thinking to much and bouning to little.
I find myself next to the pit wondering how it would feel to engage in the rage
Finally I say F**k IT!
I hop in and let my troubles be shoved, kicked and punched away.
...ehh I wrote it at like 3 am after a concert I went to..please gimme some feed back
