Why does it feel like sand rushing through my grasp?
Why does it burn like the crystal alcohol I consumed?
Why does it smell like burning wood?
the small flicker of light rushing through the unclosed door
The one that called on me for days
It remained opened for so long
now nothing remains
I'm sick of losing this game
The stars are leaving me
The sun is outshining me
Everything seems to move on
The once opened door now clicks its lock