Nights in the Desert

Lines of contrition painted on your face Guise of a smile Do you have no shame Noise pollution deafens though your mouth wields only breath Deceitful transgressions and carelessness Run. You're wounded. Rabid Find a new home Hide. You're damaged. Savage Fit to die alone World’s not safe for strangers; quit your hitchhiking Talking on your telephones of tin can and string As your conversations falter, you can feel your knees growing weak Connections all short-circuit from blind disease Run. You're wounded. Rabid Find a new home Hide. You're damaged. Savage Fit to die alone As your soul levitates to the sky Your inevitable descent is of your own device No happy ending for this fabled tale Heart for the mending much to no avail Does your world outside slowly wither All your trees dissolve into dust Nights in the desert alone with selfish love