Red like rust or brown like dried blood.
A ocean surrounds me but it's no ocean of water.
I dive into the endless beaches that stretch out
like false promises of love there's no water at their end.
I let desert Hawks Cloak me in feathers.
I let the shadow of the night become my blanket and the Stars.
the stars become the eyes of families I've never had that watch over me for all eternity.
The water leaves my body to return again each day.
Sands flows through me until there is nothing left.
Nothing left but a old woman tells me.
You my son, You have found the way.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Red like rust or brown like dried blood.
A ocean surrounds me but it's no ocean of water.
I dive into the endless beaches that stretch out
like false promises of love there's no water at their end.
I let desert Hawks Cloak me in feathers.
I let the shadow of the night become my blanket and the Stars.
the stars become the eyes of families I've never had that watch over me for all eternity.
The water leaves my body to return again each day.
Sands flows through me until there is nothing left.
Nothing left but a old woman tells me.
You my son, You have found the way.
No man commits worse crimes than the crimes he commits against himself.
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