Emulating the diegesis.
So sank my soul at the sadness of your song,
This fearful malady drags on and on,
Where once you were a bird to me,
Your voice no longer echoes through my trees.
If ever it should come to pass,
Thad is driving the car very hard as GUN SHOTS ring out in
the background and smoke grenades fill the darkness with a
The trio sit in the tiny car, driving away from the riot at
the casino. Jess is driving while Thad slurps the soda cup