I cut my fingers off one by one
till there’s nothing but nubs on my hand
My body is ****** and weak
I drag through the red-stained sand
The sun eats away at my corpse
the wind carries off all my dreams
The maggots are all I have left
my body split at the seams
My flesh peels back in silence
no tears fall, but sorrow screams
I gouge out my eyes that can’t weep
and rot beneath what death redeems
I drag my body through this land
and call to God who won’t speak
What’s left of me turns into sand—
a soul too lost and too weak