The Party

She was that dark and stormy
At the age of twenty three
So we’d had no conversation of which to speak
‘Till the moon rose up on the party
And we skittered out to the trees
Just two lonely strangers, struggling

Not even I could reach deeper than my throat
You could not even know the fables and the hopes
But I think we both know if we get back to the road
There goes another path
There goes another soul

Thought I was made for this
For just a moment like this
But I just lost the focus
And though your eyes were wide open

I only see all that been
I only see all that’s left
I only see all the demons