In The Intoxication Of The Night Poem by Matthew Holloway

The plain and uninteresting
The less than sublime
Dubious souls that echo
In the day to day and evenings
Those desires which swell within
Sit irrational and without conscious
Yet still they exist in thoughts
Such wanton desires of flesh
Bloodlust echoes unrelenting
No rhyme nor reason, understanding
Just that unrelenting idea
The aphrodisiac of celebrity
Wealth, fame and dreams
To bed the monsters and demons
It never ceases to pass
In the intoxication of the night