i'm heading straight for the floor, the alcohol's served it's toll, and it's headed straight for my skin, leaving me daft and dim. my thoughts start to twist and spin, ghosts of the past crawl in, the room hums a mournful tune, as I sway beneath the moon. a blur of laughter and lies, spills out from hazy eyes, I chase a warmth I can’t keep, then fall in love with sleep. ~shreeraj