Beneath the dull-flat paper sky.
The sun, pierced hot, like a demon's eye
glowed through the air--hot barren land, only
wandering sounds and footsteps in the sand.
The punishing gossip of white heat, with neither
progression nor retreat.
And shuddering by the noonday light,
humming ash lay stiff, dead, and white

Then through the night…

The waxing moon come slyly in
and reflects my darkest- cruelest sin.
Then underneath my wayward-veiled eyes
Aluminum Pinwheels in which the darkness hides

With powder on my mummys face,
Blindly dusting, I found our place.

But when we met, you lost all your choices..
And with our eye contact, we both lost our voices..

The piercing wind whistled…that deadly and eerie song,
but it covered up the screaming…
…And the beating
In the fog

Suffocation has taken on a painful new meaning
my throat twitches when I try to go to sleep as I’m dreaming.