Beneath the sands


Cast away your hopes I say

join me on the downward slope



to whence we came from dirt below

we can but return upon death’s final throes



a nickel caught in the hand of time

no reason, no meaning, nor rhyme



the bird is but on the wing

and I am caught by the hands of destiny



a cruel man’s jest I have become



lock and stock and barrels run



vibrations travel down the death’s tunnel


spinning silo shining with rust



back skull broken



self love is lost.