Moshpit

the crowd is calm
an ocean of black before the stage
thousands of hands
raised up towards the heavans
steel strings
drumheads tightened to breaking point
the music blasts out
the masses explode
running and jumping
the sharp sound
of elbows cracking against eachother
the dull thump
of bodies smashing together to the beat of the bass
noses are broken and jaws are cracked
the crowd as a single organism
moving and thinking as one
bruises and blood
a quiet break
from the touchable world
the middle of chaos
is where the crowd lives on


Inspired by a concert I went to last night.

Sounds like our kind of place.