Ruby red and terribly indigo,
Immutable and ever-unrelenting,
The sights and sounds recklessly overflow
Between buildings and billboards unrepenting.
The scintillation is why you came.
You fulfill all of what the scene entails.
Like a fated moth drawn to the flame
You savor bodies and guzzle cocktails.
At first ignoring the pains in your chest
You size up the dealer and place your bet.
It isn’t long before you feel distressed,
Those waning odds covered in a cold sweat.
Stumbling outside you crumble down, a sharp pain quaking through,
In this world you were meant to drown, neon lights breaking you.