my hart sits upon sand of a world long dead.
my breath fogging in the cold long nights.
and i burn in the sun of the day.
nothing i see i real, my mind is constantly confused.
sometimes i can the sea.
but it is merely a mer rouge and i give up all hope of
cool water.
i walk forever never feeling my fee touch the ground.
my destination is fare and my mind further still.
my hart is now filled with sand,
and i am almost at the end of this strange world.
everything is numb, my steps are staggered.
i can see it now so so close.
it is beautiful, i can almost touch it.
the world begins to fall everything around me spins.
my hart is now slowing.
the light of this world becomes dark, i am so tiered.
my eyes close, i reach out to touch it.
i am so week now and so very tiered.
i can no longer see.
the world is swallowed in blackness.
but it is alright, nothing hurts any more.
my hart is now whole.