Stumbling awkwardly through the emptiness alone

Like a drunken reveler on stiletoe heels

Gaining one step forward but losing two

Attempting to remain upright on the cobblestone

Swaying to a rhythm that no one else can hear

Like a prostitute showing off her wares

A provocative sway to curveacious hips

Obeying a tattoo of your heartbeat calling me near.

Seeing only a silhouette, a faceless figure who waits

Like a predator hiding in the shadows

Statue still, ready to pounce

Greeting me with tenderness at the dreamworld gates.