Red eyes,
And a crooked smile,
Dirty clothes,
Haven't showered in a while.

Blaring music,
In my head,
Quite comfortable,
Like my bed.

My usual scene,
One to avoid,
Blinded myself,
And jumped into the void.

Wallowing at the bar,
I swore an oath,
They serve alcohol and drugs,
I do both.

Sat beside me,
A man, a skin of crimson,
Horn to boot,
Did I beckon Satan?

He said, "Do you want more, boy?"
Smile on his face,
"I will, sir, thank you."
What can I say?

Empty glasses,
More coming,
People dancing,
And more shouting.

I looked around the bar.
Everyone is wearing a costume.
Of course,...