Dust in my eyes
This place is dry
Dry enough to ****
I'm choking still

Sitting side by side
With my apathy
At the moment
The only friend to me

How do I escape this place?
Lidless eyes watching me
Asking questions their own
Sitting high in a tree

My skin is crumbling
My blood is leaving
No more than mud
Crimson clay at my feet.

So I walk on
Bloodless
Waiting
For the monsoon to take me