Screaming, crying, No one cares Fighting, kicking No one sees Panicking, despairing, No one knows Drinking, smoking, No one joins Waiting, watching, No one here Shouting, calling, No one there End it all, No one could stop it
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass.