Ancient Desert Dunes

Lay our mines under our feet,
I’ll spread my limbs upon your street.

And you can honor my demise,
with tales of truth and other lies.

As I am the cause of delirium
case of decay
which is the end of all desires,
And forgive me Lord, as I am flawed,
to never pity those who pity me
as I suffer torments of my heart
and grow less as more I see.

As I am a fully grown mouth
which wishes to scream
a reason so absurd,
a diamond who rarely shines,
are these empty words.

:: 09.06.2022 ::