There's something peeking through my window,
On the third floor of the building,
I can feel it's breath against the window,
I begin to feel the fear,
Rise up into my throat.
Quickly I disintegrate into the tiny grains of sand,
that litter my dark bedroom floor,
My frame is shrinking and I’m sinking,
Oh so patiently,
Into the billions of grains of sand,
I find something stuck inside the grains,
There's a bottle in the sand and it's sealed beyond opening,
When I try to pop the cap it laps through time and I'm back on the floor inside on my bathroom floor,
The blood won't stop when I plead it to,
Miles of bottles and I keep picking the wrong one,
My eyes play tricks on me to make believe that I can see the end of the earth,
My hopes arise but the cap screws itself back on.
And I'm gone.