You slipped like sand
Out my grasp

As I clambered after you,
Looking for your grains,
In the sand hurricane,
What was I to do?

The desert consumes,
Hot sand all around.

An illusion of paradise is but a glimmer.

All is awkward, and out of place,

My thirst and crave for more,

Parched, disregarded,
On your sanded desert floor.

Clamy palms,
Because of your charms,

Twisted brain,
Your beauty brings pain,

Knotted stomach,
Because of your havock,

Jelly legs,
Your somber tones mess with my head,

Shy blue eyes,
I worry you feed me lies,

Goose pimpled skin,
Nerves from within,

My legs itch against,
The peeling paint pine,
As I sit in the cold out-back.

The garden's in gloom,
Gone is the moon,
But here hovers dew tears.

Soft purrs and bird caws,
Rustling trees
fill the empty space.

Cracks of warm glow,
Glisten like fresh snow,
On the harsh crazy-paved ground.

The air is so still,
The moments do as they will,
As I clutch a cool brew in tight grasp.

Hair is a blanket,
I want to thank it
and all the little I have.

As the floating time,
Rising flame,
Song of the wildlife around.

Keep in harmony,
Perfect choir,
Making the mourning seconds sound.

A shard in the eye,
Dagger in my palm,
Looking away from you is like losing an arm,

Knife through the skull,
Bullet in the brain,
A lifetime without you would drive me insane.

***** in the temple,
Pin in my toe,
To survive without you, I just don't know.

I long for the breeze in my hair,
When I pull the roof down,

For the grip of the wheel
in my two hands.

Ten to two, ten to two,
Accelerate and clutch.

To glide along the roads,
That my feet extensions touch.

To be free, and let loose,
The roads, not my noose.

The cold Tarmac a staircase,
To the rest of my life,

The freedom, the beauty,
For it all to be yours truly's.

The world my very own clam.

Four passengers packed in the back,
Or a precious one
riding shotgun,

music will blast,
The lyrics will last,
In the tranquilly stifling air

I shall;
Chase the sun,
And admire the moon.

My travelling days can't come too soon,

You are a limpet to your bed
I kiss your precious head.

The bright purple sky is warning,
cold outside is calling.

The rays creep through,
And under sheets caress you.

I watch dazed by sleep,
in slumber, your eyes weep.

Your hair is out of place,
Pillow case creases on your face.

The covers entwined, fighting.
As you find the perfect lighting.

My honey I adore you,
I whisper on deaf ears,

As you toss and turn,
I implore you,
And I will for many more years.

"When I die I'll go to heaven because I've spent my time in hell"
But shush, perse your lips,
Don't you ever tell.

This life has been a wicked spell,
A curse in the mirror,
A twist in my head,

Miss fortune in my luck,
Bad luck in my heart,
For when my time comes
It is in fact hell
that I shall depart.