LAST NIGHT'S THOUGHTS

This is an exercise of self-delusion, of self-conclusion, self-pollution.
I sit and wander amidst clouds.
Popcorn flowing in my eyes.
The air is airless and everyone is dressed in black.
It's the mourning carnival, but no one knows and no one says.
There are blue inquisitive lights.
Why am I here? Why do I wait?
Why does the rain kill tonight?
There is a smell and it's not so bad, but after all this is a lie.
I could just go and leave an empty place behind.
Go walk the streets, break up the fire.
Don't want to talk, just get inside.
Inside some place where wet is not and no one dies.
I have to go and close my eyes.
Not watch tonight.
Tonight not watch.
The rain is the only tragedy that I can bear and just barely, not just quite.
I want to go and learn to fly and learn to live and hide inside.
My boots are wet and they won't stand.
A small cowboy has just passed by.
He looked at me and saw me good and saw me true and then looked down.
My hair is red, my nails are red, my coat is red, the ink is red.
I could almost cry.
I have to go, away from all these feet trying to crumble me.
Have to go and have to stand.
Behind an empty seat, behind one night, the rain, the noise, the people and the fire.
I'll go inside and won't look down.

P.S Does anyone know where the faces come from?