Sweltering in a wasteland of tempestuous partners
Inebriated strangers masquerading sapphire dreams
They toast to the sultry and the blissfully sedated
Just watch them as they all talk about each other
Polluting the mind with controversy and soulless innuendos
Catching admirers in a delicate spider web
Every conversation revolves around consumption
Stories of argumentative love and vapid virtues
Vomiting out their lost aspirations in a bathroom confessional
Washing out the taste with a double shot of Jack and nicotine haze
Their masks start slipping as they sing out-loud “How lovely death would be”.
Retreating to their darkest places as the neon stars blink out
I am shackled to this despair, the world is spinning.