• Always Sand

    Waste land of sand
    With an ever hoarse wind
    Along thoughts of nothing that ever lives
    For the dawn...

    No air to breath and,
    Only clouds of death so thinned
    That nothing ever lives...
    On what was once an ocean drawn

    Life drained from the land
    Like sand through my hands,
    That never did give.
    Never again will I see the next dawn.