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
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