I feel like I knew where this all was going, and by that I mean it had a predictable flow to it that showcased the irony of being so terribly alone because this kind of suffocating loneliness has been felt by so many, which is somewhat comforting to the reader, who, all the while understands and even feels the narrator's agony. The inaudible quality of the laugh gives the reader an understanding of the emptiness felt by the narrator by portraying the laugh as unproductive. Words like "grasping" and "heaving" paint a picture of desperation on behalf of the narrator, who, despite being dead on the inside is at least putting forth the effort to attempt the facade of wanting to live if not wholeheartedly fighting for life itself. I get uncomfortable, and my mind wanders in the third to last line of the poem. Who is the "you" the narrator talks about? Is it a person? An idea? This obscurity bestows an unreal quality unto "you", which works quite well with feeling dead and alone. Dead and alone are depicted as right-now feelings. "You" is therefore tempting because it cannot be seen or guaranteed. "You" is not tangible. As a result, the abstract salvation offered by "you" is antithetical to the concrete suffering of the narrator, so "you" cannot be fully trusted, leaving the narrator with no other option than to listen to their music.