The Beat is like a shadow in the night, lurking and waiting to consume you.
It lurks in the shadows as I pull the headphones up over my head.
The Beat is stepping further into the shadows inviting me to follow.
It glistens as the rain starts to pound against my hands and phone as I unlock it and open up iTunes.
The Beat is surging now, pulsing in my veins as I start my favourite song.
It lights up the rain ridden path, igniting the life in its path.
The Beat has taken control and is showing reality its true colours.
It lets the world burn before it, as it takes control.
The Beat takes control, my feet pound against the concrete as I run down the dark street.
It intensifies as I quickly run across the street, heading home.
The Beat ignites my mind and numbs the pain of the metal smashing into my flesh and bone.
It stops and has left me there, disposed of, left to fade away.