Ghosting corridors with a bottle in my hand
Was I transported back in time somewhere I'm
Supposed to understand...
How do you stand? Already
My mind I'm hosting-I'll just rant:

Quick sand-Quick slant
I’m drowning
Catch my hand
I’m baffled, frowning
Why is your laugh sounding?

How could you believe?
Eyes that never seemed
To look at you the same way
That you’ve dreamed
In a may May’s written relief, just say

How could you demand?
Abandoning sleight of hands
The unspoken rules, the reprimands
Against lust and fumes-lies?
Against moon spoken eyes

Where do I land?
After dusting the coast
After moments I boast
Still I trip the sand...
Am I being scammed?

The bottle in my hand
Transported to a shrinking corridor,
Not some wonderland-over what span?
My mind I'm hosting
Make a wish? (****): Door Slam


                                                          ­­                                  ------ravenfeels