To feel the grains of sand fall and
watch the twisted snakes around my ankles crawl.
Surface of diamond glass,
window of memories come to pass.
Flashes of red and blue, cosmic speck,
sand rushes up my neck.
Beaten black and blue,
these bruises are trademarks you never knew.
The pressure of all this dread,
killing me, shred by shred.
Hearing all these hollow voices,
reflection, buried by my foolish choices.
