The Desert

The Desert Flat pit Sands wings of want Devour ( mesmerisms haunts ) Nothing but their desire Scourges No horizons Empty skies All with out meaning Sit ( still carousel ) On want Flat pit Quicksand’s Swallow The dust of its need Fills ( slow flash flood ) Grows Touches nothing Coughs and chokes A feeling Only want With more to its cause Shivering in hot blood To the core Spilled Open ( laying naked enclosed ) Flat pit Digs Screeching moron Scavenges Empty laughter pulpit The hugs of love But want Always want Emptied to want The flat pit Falls On want The desert Crawls the swimming sand This water falls ( desiccant ) Dry