The Party

[LorettaYoung]

The Party

With dead heart and high hopes,
he stalks into the wild.
Flanked by fake friends,
the wolf falls,
in line.

Clarity clouds him,
keeps contemplations,
at bay. Second guesses
are hilarious,
in line.

Glassy amber in red,
white lines on glass,
green dressed in white.
drink, snort, smoke,
in line.

He considers,
he feels and stares.
Cutting deals with her emotion,
he takes meat in his fangs,
in line.

He drags his prey,
she stumbles along as well.
Having had his fill,
he dumps her, barebones,
in line.

He returns from the hunt,
howling with pride,
but he's no wolf.
Just another sheep,
in line.

Hi: on a positive note I think you have a good play of metaphor here; after all, it is a party and we know what is in a white line. Like the touch of the last line; that with fake friends he plays the wolf, but is really a sheep in disguise.
However, I agree with the other critiques that you could make this clearer.  As the reader I will say for me it was a difficult read; a bit abstract.  I think if you reword  and expand this; some assonance relating to the word line. Good luck, Best Loretta