Weary as the night you first walked in,
the glances we shared,
but our intentions were impaired.

Glasses stood half empty,
reeking of alcoholic drinks,
devious plots behind hazel eyes,
the drunken monster -- released.

The slow dance you watched,
my body curling with the beat.
The lights and the shadows,
crept up about my feet.

Now cut to scene two,
where it's just me and you.

the lonely night has come to hold me,
the stars pretending to be clear,
the death of said loneliness,
it didn't pass here.

the fixtures on the ceiling,
seemed so pleasant at the time,
but while you kept me on my back,
the knife killed me over time.

I couldn't look into your eyes again,
without seeing the devil's soul.
I couldn't give you one chance to walk with me,
I wouldn't, I know.

The subconscious voice overbears,
always warning me of you,
I turned to you and loved you,
and what did you do?