The concert

She felt strange

In her rose-coloured

Dress while she

Was surrounded by

Heavy men wearing

All black

The base drum

Plays a staccato

Of hard sounding

Noisy music

Some would even

Argue that those

Screams aren’t

Music at all.

The guitar is

Drowning everyone

In its own dark

Cacophony

People outside

And inside

Are smoking their

Way through

Uncomfortable emotions

In the end

She was one of them