• Darkness…
    I see…
    I see darkness
    The ever empty abyss
    And yet…
    I see all

    I feel,
    The floor
    Dusty
    Tired with years of use

    I hear,
    The door
    It whines and bangs
    In the lonely
    Burning wind

    I smell,
    Death
    As he spreads his dark wings
    Over us all

    Alone,
    I sense,
    I am alone,
    And yet
    I hear a child’s cry!

    I know now,
    With no doubt,
    We shall not live
    Through this dessert drought.