The sand runs out
As I fall.
From below
I question...

How did this come to pass?
Our life built upon lies,
And I was just too blind.
I couldn't see the bottom falling.

Always we were consumed
But now a greyness blinds,
Constricts our souls;
Wounded and flailing.

When did reality fade?
Moving to feel, you turn
And I am left standing
The sand beneath sinking.

Always we were consumed
But now a greyness blinds,
Constricts our souls;
Wounded and flailing.

My faith has become the sands,
Hope leaving with you.
Not knowing what you want,
I cast blindly into the grey.

Always we were consumed
But now a greynes blinds,
constricts our souls;
Wounded and flailing.

The sands run out.
I've fallen.
From below
I watch...

~Dedicated to E.R.E.

03/14/2005

Posted on 03/14/2005
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