SMACCA - THE SANDSTORM

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by SMacca

Grating glass shingle bleeding my eyes

 Sand quaking at my roots

 Swirling a hell underneath

 Attacking all of life’s fruits

 Grains so fine yet deadly

 Nowhere to look

 The noise is deafening

 No peace everything shook

 No oasis for me

 Only sins surround me now

 No-one can set me free

 That storm makes a furrow

 Sinking me deep underground

 Deathly silence ensues

 Content now I’ve finally drowned

© SMacca 2012

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