escapril

when the party's over: they told you this was...

My legs are shaking for no reason and
Everyone is a hologram up against the door
Lights of little depth flash brilliance then die
Of shock in this funeral drove
Dances were had and used up like medicine, god
Reeking of sin and pure innocence
All that was a minute ago is now
Millions of years of human existence, left
Among the glasses and puddles to be cleaned up