Dreaming of the desert,
An empty wasteland
Filled with hope and sand.
Vast and unchanging,
Beautiful and ignorant
Of influences or negotiation,
The way I want to be.
Space waiting for me
To fill it with my screams
Of lonely silence,
And my fulfilled dreams
Of peace without violence
Towards myself.
I imagine sunrises
Without a hangover,
And sunsets so beautiful
Giving way to a night sky
Filled with stars,
And holding not a drop
Of my usual anxious dread
That tonight is the end
In the most concrete way,
A terrible day dream
I wish I wouldn’t have.
Will the endless rolling sand
Cure my blood lust?
Will the clear night skies
And dry sunny days
Rid me of my self-hating,
Destructive nightmares and ways?
It’s what I’m clinging to,
The last hope I have
For ever leaving this swamp
Of decaying broken promises
And memories of death
Holding my hand.
If I’m proven wrong,
Well, at least for now
I have this little dream,
This small hope for peace
Helping me with my decision
To keep on breathing.
An empty wasteland
Filled with hope and sand.
Vast and unchanging,
Beautiful and ignorant
Of influences or negotiation,
The way I want to be.
Space waiting for me
To fill it with my screams
Of lonely silence,
And my fulfilled dreams
Of peace without violence
Towards myself.
I imagine sunrises
Without a hangover,
And sunsets so beautiful
Giving way to a night sky
Filled with stars,
And holding not a drop
Of my usual anxious dread
That tonight is the end
In the most concrete way,
A terrible day dream
I wish I wouldn’t have.
Will the endless rolling sand
Cure my blood lust?
Will the clear night skies
And dry sunny days
Rid me of my self-hating,
Destructive nightmares and ways?
It’s what I’m clinging to,
The last hope I have
For ever leaving this swamp
Of decaying broken promises
And memories of death
Holding my hand.
If I’m proven wrong,
Well, at least for now
I have this little dream,
This small hope for peace
Helping me with my decision
To keep on breathing.