knights blundering in the bleak of night

She seemed so happy and free,

but when they sang together,

the music sounded as melting candle wax straight off of a horror film,

with all the minor clashing chords,

It was like knights blundering in the bleak of night.

I just wanted to drop deep, deep, down, into a hole of unrecognition...

and quiet.

But, instead I smiled and said I was "having fun."

It was fun, if I was delusional.

It wasn't a white lie but it wasn't a black lie either?

Oh...

Why must I suffer through the flux of tumultuous awkward evenings?