Bleak desolation

In a beam of sun

Scraping as I crawl

Your heart can’t hear me

Tearing bruising fall

Your hands can’t hear me

Thirsting raging blind

Your eyes can’t hear me

Racing against time

Your arms can’t hear me

Like and angel you’ll come

In a dream, precious one

And, make me beautifully numb

Desperate panicked calls

The wind can’t hear me

Muffled weak and small

The sand can’t hear me

Pleading groping hands

The truth can’t hear me

Bleeding in the sand

Your heart can’t hear me

Bleak desolation

In a beam of sun

Like an angel you’ll come

In a dream, blessed one

And, make me joyfully numb

Razor fingers cling

The wind can’t hear me

Piercing demons sing

The sand can’t hear me

Twisting hollow Hell

The truth can’t hear me

Burning blisters swell

Your heart can’t hear me

Sharp cut aching breath

Your arms can’t hear me

Choking scent of death

You hands can’t hear me

Grueling jaw bone grind

Your eyes can’t hear me

Cursed by my own mind

Your heart can’t hear me