She walks into my room,
Across the endless sand of these dunes
I lay waiting on my comfy bed.
Sinking into the fine warmth.
I hide from the only light in the room,
Under the shade of another dune.
She approaches and falls into my arms.
Slowly being buried in desert.
I run my hand through her hair
Then pull my fingers out of the sand
Her hair flips and twirls down
While the sand pours out of my palm
She glows in the light of the falling sun
The fibers of the light bulb failing.
She slowly gets up and leaves.
The wind blowing her sand off of me
Just as the sun reaches its set,
Her distant silhouette blows a kiss
As the glass smothers the spark,
These dunes hold my last breath.
I crumble into sleep.

I don't know you, but I
want to bring change to the
five that made me The
Bringer of this story.
"Why do I care for unknowns?"
Such as...

The Prayer, which I
did for her and myself.
Hands clamped with her
eyes on the night sky.
"What does she pray for?"
Maybe for...

The Reliever, who seems
so eager to be relieved.
Her duty of assistance for
the cerebral sick sibling.
"Why can't she get a break?"
bringing up...

The Dreamer, with
the femur shattering his dreams.
With a crutch too small
to support his only hopes.
"Why is he giving up?"
Much like...

The Deceiver, with
the fever burning up.
The fire inside is igniting
everything he ever was.
"Why isn't he who he wants?"
making me fear for...

The sufferer, crying away
the rougher moments of life.
Her inability to break from
the carnage in herself.
"Why can't I wipe those tears?"
Since I am...

The Bringer, removing
the stinger from your heart.
Yet, I'm unable to cure
the poisons in your system,
which will make me question myself
until I bring you change.
"Will this help me save you?"