Swirling circles, on this burgundy sheet,
Wondering true of why false people I meet.
Moving stars rotate high around this sphere,
Scared of words unspoken, those spoken words to fear.

Amber cool mixing through minds not known,
Plastic smile as wrong, as wrong as death's ring tone,
Men and women to out do, try to out last the other,
Cheap attire brought last once, from a forgotten lover.

Chattering as loud, as squawking crows, over death,
Take your hand, squeezing, your stale last breath,
To endure nights shroud, a night as many as this,
Stay at home, you say maybe, give a night like this amiss.