Contribution by AdityaArora826
and Madballzer

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Pitch black all around,
Pedestrians on the shady streets were to be frowned,
By the howling dogs on the way,
Moon taking a sly through the could grey.

Unilluminated room,
Of expurgated building full of fume,
Smoke oozing out of the crack,
Floor topped with ash black.

Roaring laughter from the room,
Penetrate the silence of midnight gloom.
They were all spaced out ,
All wrecked on drugs and weed, no doubt .

I pretend I have
Been fine, and pretend that
There's no pretence. I want
To have a story to tell, and
I may even have one, but as
I sit by the masquerade of
The lonely bridge which nearly
Deprives the river of its beauty
I cannot help but think that
None of it, none of my story.

Will matter to you, or to him,
Because to a stranger I am
A nobody, and it isn't really
Hard to see that I am a
Stranger to almost everybody.
It isn't supposed to hurt, because
I chose this and I would again if
I were given the choice, but
At times when I have no one
To share my favourite wine with
I worry that I will die alone, and
It will, most likely, make me happy.

And I feel so helpless
And so lost, because,
I'm drunk with precisely
Seven shots of tequila, and
One vodka with Coca Cola.