I never felt more alone than at a party — Amidst the revelry. The laughter and merrymaking, Like an unfamiliar song. Confirming my rank, Outsider. Fiend. Ne'er-do-well. Chasing the moon in the gutter. Far from the strange libretto of joy. Far from the jubilation. With your ghost — All dark hair and poison kisses. You left me out in the cold... Where I belong.
"The moon is in the gutter And the stars wash down the sink."