Story time children
gather 'round
for the tale of the man
consumed by sound
It all started with the turn
of a stereo ****
and a CD of a step left dubbed
that allowed the bass to explode
in the place
in the face
of a man innocent to the sub
When he awoke, slightly dazed
bass in his ears
eyes slightly glazed
he listened closely, intently
and was amazed
at the length of the drop
and the strength of the bass
tried to cover ears to make it stop
but found broken wrists rapping
tapping
to the beat, bass, and pounding space
heart attack, heart attacked
by bass and beat and beat and beating
of feet as they started to move
fleeing, fleeting, as they started to groove
Shocked by the abuse his brain was taking
he didn't think of stopping the movements
his body started making
hips popping, arms locking,
twisting, contorting, spastic
as his body was dropping
And as the bass rocked, so did his mind
each length had resistance dropping
each bump of bass had adrenaline pumping
jumping
coursing, pushing the drug through veins, so right
making him feel so, so light
despite
the heaviness his chest felt
keys on keyboards run, leaving him winded
lungs on fire, ready to implode
and when he couldn't take any more
the music silenced, rescinded
Lying broken on the floor
he begged and begged for
the speakers to speak no more
but as his shaken voice left his mouth
his fingers did reach
and with an addictive touch
and he knew what the rest of the night held in store
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
Story time children
gather 'round
for the tale of the man
consumed by sound
It all started with the turn
of a stereo ****
and a CD of a step left dubbed
that allowed the bass to explode
in the place
in the face
of a man innocent to the sub
When he awoke, slightly dazed
bass in his ears
eyes slightly glazed
he listened closely, intently
and was amazed
at the length of the drop
and the strength of the bass
tried to cover ears to make it stop
but found broken wrists rapping
tapping
to the beat, bass, and pounding space
heart attack, heart attacked
by bass and beat and beat and beating
of feet as they started to move
fleeing, fleeting, as they started to groove
Shocked by the abuse his brain was taking
he didn't think of stopping the movements
his body started making
hips popping, arms locking,
twisting, contorting, spastic
as his body was dropping
And as the bass rocked, so did his mind
each length had resistance dropping
each bump of bass had adrenaline pumping
jumping
coursing, pushing the drug through veins, so right
making him feel so, so light
despite
the heaviness his chest felt
keys on keyboards run, leaving him winded
lungs on fire, ready to implode
and when he couldn't take any more
the music silenced, rescinded
Lying broken on the floor
he begged and begged for
the speakers to speak no more
but as his shaken voice left his mouth
his fingers did reach
and with an addictive touch
and he knew what the rest of the night held in store
(AIP)
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