Pleasure seekers of the merciless night,
We are young.

Our blood-boiling bodies rub together through the endless streets.
Our stomachs burn as the night’s pool of tequila and beer and vodka and acid blend.
Our seething minds beg for the loose tits and cocks of our friends,
Teething at the anticipation.

Our nerves are manic cymbals,
Crashing to the beat of dubstep and house,
Bursting with electrical drugs,
And Eradicated by the flashing lights of a strobe.

Pleasure seekers of the merciless night,
We are strong.
We are stronger.
We are young.