A Dezertz Touch

Walking on the desert's plain As if I'm in Hell's domain Drop by drop water starts to fall Kneeling down I begin to crawl Rain turns solid it is starting to hail Collapsing on the ground I'm afraid I will fail Racing against the sands of time Clocks are ticking I've lost my mind Crying out loud, losing my soul Finally I crawl inside a hole I hear the ground crack Gasping for air I fall through, consumed by shadow Inside the pit of dispair...