New Lightweight Hoodies. Great for laziness, business, or any other -ness.

Death at the disco

The charred remains were left smouldering for days
behind blue and white tape.

If ever someone deserved a second chance.

Her advances had gone unnoticed.
The depth of her impatience
now painfully clear.

His attempt was honest
but the neon dance floor was as foreign
as her rhythmic signals.

One by one
she watched her fantasies
flicker into smoke
licked by the rising flames.

So he paid the price
for believing it was nothing.
And it can still be heard
that repetitive pop chorus
echoing though the streets.

Fate, irreversibly twisted.

Death at the disco

Steve Leadbeater

Joined June 2008

  • Artist
    Notes
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.