A shimmering in the distance
Blazing cracks in the sky
Carving holes into the mind
An absorbent layer upon
A mirage that mirrors the night
A drifter who lost the trace
Meandering through desolation
A vanished spirit on the edge
Getting lost in desert storms
Corroding particles (of the earth)
Seem to slowly melting upwards
And all the colors are fading away
Sleeping with the eyes open
Locked in a swoon dystopia
But there is this sole sense of delight
The idea of how it feels to burn alive
Sleeping with the eyes open
A vague outline dissolves
In sweeping tempests
Crippled bones shattering
In harsh gravel drifts
An abandoned skin
Of a lone – prowling – viper
A hiss in the drought
Of a cut off tongue when
Dust floods the vessels
Into endless streams of carmine
An insidious blackout inherits
Receding and withering – unceasingly
A great disappearance
A pale glance of a past splendor
A drifter who lost the trace
Meandering through desolation
A vanished spirit on the edge
Getting lost…