The desert land Stretches on like an endless sea A vast chasm of nothingness and emptiness And all that exists Is the hot sanded wind
Crouched down in a ball Loneliness is the only companion To the desolation that has become life
Peering at the setting sun Knowing the terrors of the night to come The knife holding promises of peace And it beckons for the warm flesh of serenity And the blood of tranquility