I carry the weight of a hundred dead dreams
Dragging their carcass behind me through a diamond hard desert
Winds howl at my ears, drying my lips
Open wounds on my hand seep into the fabric of their tangibility
Open cuts on my feet leave a crimson, trail that all my tears wouldn’t wash away
I could open my fingers and release it all
And walk with my head high
And never look over my shoulder
And the desert would shine instead of cutting my flesh
My grip is too tight over my own throat
I carry the ashes of a thousand hopes
More flakes escaping my soul with every breath
As I walk through a diamond hard desert
A remanent ember of the roars that birthed them
Reflects into the sharp edges of my path
The grey powder falls softly on it
Certain that the tiny red glow will soon wither away
I could sweep the feathery dust away
With one stroke of the hand
And walk with my lungs free
And never feel heavy again
And the light would shine on me instead of within me
My heart is too closed to let go
I carry the atoms of a million galaxies
Colliding in my mind, unable to escape
As I make my way through a diamond hard desert
They are worse than the dreams
And sadder than the ashes
For at least the others have lived
But those starts will always remain
Beauty that could have been
The inner eye must accept to release the decay
For fear new beacons might never shine their light
Over the bloody, greying, darkened
Yet beautiful
Diamond hard desert of life