Bedlam is empty.
Silence reigns, where banshees wailed.
Heaviness lifted.
Darkness enlightened.
Now, young evacuated by the calling of the clubs.
Consumption of alcohol
Flying high on crazy drugs.
Midnight comes.
The police arrive.
Streets of bedlam re-occupied.
Handcuffs.
Noisy cells.
Clubbers, feeling not so well.
Tomorrow heads all filled with fluff.
Silly sods.
Feeling rough!
(C) LIVVI