Lost in the desolation of the desert, our minds create mirages from disorientation
And we just accept it and pursue it as an outlet for salvation
Like a nefarious villain, tricked and swindled; a brittle apparatus of bone and tissue -- soul insubstantial.
We are consumed by delusions and phantom opportunities,
As defeat sets in, you regress all of your efforts and surrender to the demise of your tarnished spirit
You lie helpless as the sandstorm swallows you up into submission
The heavens are but a hazy reflection of your hopes drifting past you at the speed of light as you dwindle away
Away from sanity,
Away from the pain
Away from all the adversaries you so very disdain
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