The whirlwind of thoughts, are all so trapped, like a gridlock
in my head: red, green, orange lights flash as I linger on
the edge of despair. Just two hours past, I savoured my own
pride, now I drown in a sea of spirits, chasing a fleeting high.  
Let’s ignite a night of gold with a silver-tongued deception,  
As the evening blurs into a dream, I find myself drifting off.  

What drives us to step into a club?  
To leave pieces of our hearts while yearning for love?  
To grasp one last taste of our youth, before it slips away.  

I’m in the shadows deep, I've sought the night, with these spirits
raised and smoke clouds in their flight; escaping echoes of the
past, in fleeting moments, I breathe fast.  

I take a dance with demons- I pursue them to shed the skin that
I once knew. In twilight's grasp, I find my way, but in a journey
forged in shades of grey. I carry no shame except for the shame
I willingly embrace.