Empty

The memory of seconds rest begins to define this dry mouth, this letter buried in sand.
An answer too close to taste the question haunting my mind – One more inch will satisfy.
But to yearn is to self destruct when your times not right, the silence is left reside.
Another thought to comprehend in this prison of sand.
The prison of sand paralyzing my hands

As I look back, I see these faces, nameless faces there.
Closing the gap – The gap procrastinating my collapse.
What do you want?
What left me her e with no chance to redeem?
There’s no escape – Well fuck it back to the note.

Obsessions got me underground.
Obsessions got me where I lay.
And I don’t feel a thing.
This letters laughing in my face.
This letters holding me to waste.

Cross out the possibility of an escape.
The wind breaks free the letter ransoming my fate.
The strength left in my weary arms can’t fail me now.
This letter defines if my end is in vain.

Keep me awake