Out, I stepped,
My feet perched upon soft dunes.
The sky black, like a blanket overhead,
Twinkles like a dream, draped all over,
A beauty stolen from the prettiest.

There was a gust of wind,
Sweeping at me,
It was a willing lure,
Maybe I can take flight.
It's an embrace,
Soft as a true love's.

But my mind...
It's a freefall into hell,
A hell of its own creation.
Arms beat against the whirlpool,
But it slips, slips, slips...

Hoping for the unattainable,
Craving for the forbidden,
A drug, it is.
It's a happy pill,
But am I not already happy?

The lure is a little too strong,
My willpower crumbling.
Gone a little too soon,
But the high...
A little too high.

And then it snaps,
Out of the reverie,
But in unease.
Out, I was.
My feet perched upon soft dunes.
The sky black, like a blanket overhead,
Twinkles, like a dream, draped all over,
But the prettiest laid in the hell.