God I feel like hell tonight

She looked like she came from some june fest, these we only have in this strange land.
She had orange locks, which were natural, and the remains of heavy make-up, to pretend like she has freckles.
Her eyes pierced my sight as I watched her lips move slowly, squeezing sorrow through a beautiful voice.
I just stared, stupidly, as if my finger's content wasn't denouncing my condition. I was miserable and no one could do anything about it.
It was the sight of mankind as wolves and vampires that stunned me tonight.
Or all these doors wide open in front of me, which will inevitably close at some point, and if I don't make a decision quickly, I will crash onto the wall.