As the ice clinks and the laughter echoes in her mind,
the crunch of glass from the darkness opens her eyes to this reality.
Dark, tired, nauseated by the flashing red and blue
this wasn't what she intended to do...

The intoxifying saturation
the blood red condenstaion
The laugh, the scream
This wasn't what she intended to see...

Still and crushed, like the ice in her cup
with a face so young and so pure.
No breath.
Still red and blue flashing
This wasn't where she intended to be...

Slipping into the darkness
Her glass has run dry
The two turned to five, the five to ten
she'll never taste that nectar again...
This wasn't where she intended to die...