Just another night...(RA duty)
Surely, they're angels...right?
Gone home for the night, out for the evening,
shut up in their rooms, corridors of locked doors...
Angels - asleep in their beds.
The devils stir, music sparks and blacklights burn, laughter mixes with red cups of burning water that ignites an inner glow, keeps one's center toasty despite the wind's efforts as temperatures drop and conversations rise...
Pounding steps, hooded figures blur past the common room - out to relish nicotine addictions, fuel yet another vice as the smoke swirls in the air - perfect spirals slashed to pieces by the unforgiving wind.
The house creaks...perhaps settling,
it's only been standing a hundred years - I'd get tired too...
too tired already, watching out for my devils -
angels?
Whichever they decide to be tonight.
Heh, substance free - a likely story, more like a comedy:
something to be ridiculed rather than abided by.
And who am I? In all of this?
A lone enforcer of neglected rules...in ways I envy them...
the devils, that is. I don't care much for the behavior of the angels.
The devils let go...
get "wild"...lose control. Tomorrow's another day -
live out the night!
Haunt each other and stir up emotions,
erase inhibitions - take in the cold wind
and allow it to blow away Worry, Concern...
Yea, substance free.
Nothing is free of substance.
Gone home for the night, out for the evening,
shut up in their rooms, corridors of locked doors...
Angels - asleep in their beds.
The devils stir, music sparks and blacklights burn, laughter mixes with red cups of burning water that ignites an inner glow, keeps one's center toasty despite the wind's efforts as temperatures drop and conversations rise...
Pounding steps, hooded figures blur past the common room - out to relish nicotine addictions, fuel yet another vice as the smoke swirls in the air - perfect spirals slashed to pieces by the unforgiving wind.
The house creaks...perhaps settling,
it's only been standing a hundred years - I'd get tired too...
too tired already, watching out for my devils -
angels?
Whichever they decide to be tonight.
Heh, substance free - a likely story, more like a comedy:
something to be ridiculed rather than abided by.
And who am I? In all of this?
A lone enforcer of neglected rules...in ways I envy them...
the devils, that is. I don't care much for the behavior of the angels.
The devils let go...
get "wild"...lose control. Tomorrow's another day -
live out the night!
Haunt each other and stir up emotions,
erase inhibitions - take in the cold wind
and allow it to blow away Worry, Concern...
Yea, substance free.
Nothing is free of substance.