Trying hard to enjoy the night, to make the best of my timenAnd I would kill to know what it’s like to feel tonightnWith each cold sip of life, which helps to numb the painnEach touch of the glass to my lips, helps ease the strain.nnIt’s been so long, it’s been so muchnThough I would shudder at your sightnI would still shatter at your touchnnFor I feel like ice this evening, walking down the stairs/staresnHiding my face into the basement, as if anyone cares.nOh I’m out tonight. I’m out to try to live tonight.nFor tomorrow I may seem as though I never did.nnI remember December in Windsor, 2002nI remember feeling much older, than twenty-twonnThis season was cold, and I was alone, developing tastes for poisons.nThis was my old haunt, and it haunted me still.