Everyone leaves
as the party dies down
Styrofoam cups lay, scattered, on the floor
Shreds of a cheap thrift-store gown
Leave a path from the window to door
The party's over, the guests are gone
The host sighs as he sits in the chair
It was fun while it lasted, what a song
But now all that's left is the smokey air
Chip shards fall between carpet threads
A record cycles, but does not play
The host falls, weary, as if one dead
Upon the littered floor he lay
The party's over, he's left, all alone
Nobody to forget with, anymore;
The delusions, gone, and all that it's done
Is leave a mess to clean up on the floor
The host tries to sleep, but cannot stay
The demons that invade his mind
Alone, himself, he cannot stray
From his problems, from their kind
The party's over, and comforts are gone
A single, pale bulb is the only light
It was fun while it lasted; but now the throng
Of mind-demons take him into the night