Here

In earshot people speak like I'm not here.
I scan the room there's blood flowing like tears
From every guest that mills and mumbles low,
But do they care, or don't they even know?

I tool around this unfamiliar place.
Where have the players gone without a trace,
While eerie music drones on the wrong speed;
It's then I know I've done a horrid deed.

It's gotten very quiet I confess
By any other standard more or less.
I know what is and need to make it clear,
The only sane one uninvited here.

I tip & toe and slide around the chairs,
And squint my eyes to make me more aware.
What kind of party was this meant to be?
The scattered bodies leave no clues for me.

I'll try to make some sense about all this,
But first I need to plant a little kiss
Upon the bloodied lips of someone dear;
The only sane one uninvited here.    
     
     


Where this has since gone:  
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/374787-here-visceral-revisited/