The depths of a man's soul can not be measured
In a manner of meters and fathoms
But rather it is in my opinion only quantified
By his proximity to heaven and hell
It was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern
Bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter and drunken piano playing
Had it only been a different night, a different place
Or a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub
The events that transpired at that point
Would have undoubtedly been drastically different
I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue
When those exclamations of mirth
Became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives