Sweaty bodies of running mascaras and rejected hearts
pervade the floor of grinding and stripping.
Drowning thoughts of suicide and self-hatred
in drinks of wanderlust.
Forgetting failures and broken promises
through pills of stardust.
Garish beats encircle the youths,
blaring out the remnants of humanity.
All that is left are the animalistic vibes of a caveman
who is required to survive the evils of life.
Now all that remains
are teenagers turned adults.