Wander through a dim and hollering room
this length of blaring and vital youth.
They aren't people tonight, they are wolves
hiding fangs behind masks that drool.

and all about them a feeling of depraved deception
insidious heat permeates the space and it seeps into my feet as I make my way across the hollering room.

And just at the moment I feel I've made a mistake, that I should not be here, that I do not belong, that a strange and imminent fate is afoot there is a

pause

all else is shrouded amongst the noise and haste and a solitary single angel enters my line of sight. If important things are so hard to say how can we not help but to get them out?
And is it true that things like this always happen for a reason?

Some questions I ask myself.

And I never got to hold your hair back when you became sick
I just held you there in a windswept freeze, ocean midnight breeze.
She smells like sunlight and blossoming summer flowers
and I want to be there. Right now, I just want to be there, far away from the hollering room.