A Saturday Night

Flickering red suffocates me.
An "O" sears itself into my burning retinas.
Darting between the jumbled lines and dots,
As they swell with a vacant glance.

A screeching siren pierces the darkness of the night.
The stillness is shattered,
But it soon settles into normalacy.
And still it rages on.

Inside the world nothing is changed,
One's mind is grasping for salvation;
The other's has long since died,
And the silence is only awkward for one.