Trapped As we enjoy The tensions inside, Something sparked The darkness inside Choked by this group of people we were tongue tied Satan started to go wild And spread faster than we thought People started to panic and escape The death beneath them but they cannot, The dawn comes people starting to fade Turning to miserable ashes decayed Showing people not to enjoy too much death was portrayed Do you feel the sadness within Those crying souls for help begin, Memories of their colorful yesterday With hundred piled bodies started to gray, Tried to save their self with their helpless shout They cannot get out. Disco magic, once you don't care Death will take care.
I dedicate this poem to those burned victims of ozone disco way back march 18 1996. rest in piece fellow students.