Tormented

...Fallen on bended knees
upon sun-soaked soil of 
lifeless rocks and dust
that feeds the fear
of a shattered 
dream
Arid is the breath
a strength into the fading
torn by the wounds
Bleeding
...almost dry
Lady lacuna in the breeze
plays an aria
of an eerie silence
Emptiness 
in each note
and nothing seems
to quench the thirst
as Man drains the
blood...

 

Mek
Jan09

Author's Note

Weakening from within...