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.