Bottle of Dreams
Brandy sat on the shelf waiting for the time it accompanied a dream being aloof to man's crime unnerving the innermost expressions whether he'd be Banner or the Hulk to be kissed by cruel affections It sits there dangling an escape a maze through a magical door with so many memories to erase or rather to eradicate and make it a just reality not afraid to side-step fate But Brandy is not a device a sinful bottle of schemes a method to make foolish right while yesterday's tainted with slurred lines and a foreseeable dank end