Dusty and trapped

Dusk hits her dancing shoes

Soon alone
Soon I´ll be home

Her in my tasty lap
I wake empty handed

No plan for the exodus
shaking like a locust fourty five degrees

This nest a dust trap
gathering dust
Here crying to entice
Trying to seduce alas no dice

The potion bottle is empty
Some look in envy
Don´t wish it on yourself
Those slippers are far from here

No plan of exit
used to this life that now drags
No sunset will renew peace
nor sunrise peace

My status is zero
My life is a tease