I walked in with you,
and now all I remember is a voice of a door slamming behind,
I walked in a bubble lit by neon lights,
as I walked out some rules,
I walked out some sanity.
It all began with exchanging words,
And those shots you drowned within,
You danced along the beats,
your hair covering your face,
as if hiding a guilt.
I promised myself long back,
that I won't fall under the theque,
and trade in my life for a moment of daze,
sipping portions of immensity,
trading death in every phrase.
I tried to lift the mask off your face,
but it was stuck so deep,
unbaffled by the horrenduous inferno.
that you put to silence with,
a sip.
But as you came closer, I stepped back,
and you held my hair with your painted nail,
and I felt something brushing my face, or the lip they say,
I felt divine,
yet ashamed.
