Surreal Evening - pair 2

The flying queen sighs
stars follow the sound
infinity follows their gaze
beyond the little door in the floor
where I got lost in the maze
Just to reach the other faze,
I stumbed and fell
What the fuck is that smell

I can not really tell...
PLEASE!
Dont yell
Lets ring the bell
At the gate of hell
And order the wiskey we missed for so long
We are where we belong!

[The surreal work image]