Wasn't the night so loud?
Of people cheering proud
Wine glasses hold true to pain of loud noises
BOOOM
This is terrifying
Panic bloom like flowers through this room
No need to water this garden they have more than enough Fuel.
How helpless, fire spread
Reckless thoughts hold true pain
An artist once spoke of her hands being covered in red
She held her skin until it bled with the heed of loneliness' head.

I can feel so much
Yet here we are acting numb.