PARTIES IN THE HEIGHTS

I KEEP WONDERING WHY I STILL GO TO THESE THINGS. MAYBE IT’S THE ALLURE OF EXCLUSIVITY, OR MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE I’VE GROWN ADDICTED TO THE WAY DECAY WEARS A MASK OF OPULENCE.
I USED TO THINK BEING INVITED MEANT I BELONGED BUT THE MORE I ATTEND, THE MORE I REALIZE THESE PARTIES IN THE HEIGHTS AREN’T ABOUT CELEBRATION & FUN. THEY’RE RITUALS AND I’M JUST ANOTHER BODY IN THE ROOM.

THE MUSIC IS ALWAYS TOO LOUD TO HEAR ANYTHING ELSE. I’M LITERALLY A MUSICIAN, BUT THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE, THE SOUND IS DROWNING AND INESCAPABLE, THE FREQUENCIES PULSE, THEY CONTROL YOUR MIND, AND YOUR EMOTIONS. CONSTANTLY IN A TRANCE. BUT ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER INVITATION, I SAID YES AGAIN.

THERE’S AN ART TO PRETENDING YOU’RE HAVING FUN WHEN YOU’RE SURROUNDED BY DEVILS IN VELVET. THEY TOAST TO SUCCESS BUT YOU CAN SMELL THE BLOOD UNDER THEIR NAILS. I SMILED BACK ANYWAY SO DOES THAT MAKE ME JUST AS GUILTY?