Draging myself along,
barted and bruised,
by the life before.
Hunger and thirst
linger in my mind.
Tormenting me by the minute.
I quit my struggle to move on,blinded by the easy way out,
before me.
I look around
and see nothing
but dreams
piled up like sand dunes
in my desert world.
Rivers of hope,
dried up.
And skulls of hate
are but the remains
of a love that once abound.
Up above the cloudless sky
in the scorching heart,
vultures of temptation fly by.
Awaiting my fall
so that they can devour me whole.
So that their sinister faces
and puny eyes
may watch my unfulfiled dreams pile up too.
I continue my struggle,
denying defeat,
defyin the odds,
against al costs
at all times.
The world nothngness
before me.
And of emptyness ahead me.
Endless like space
daunts me every step
of the way