Shooting deep below the sunrise
I looked to the sky and begged
To be forgiven, to be let loose of these ties.
But my breath to shallow I chocked and gagged.

Droplets of fine red dust, trickled from my finger tips.
A soul like mine, to dry to retain water.
This reflection, mine enemy, is pursed against my lips.
This lake set to boil, one touch set to my skin would solder.

Sand beginning to bury my feet.
Ensconcing my toes in a fury of hate.
The fine red dust fills my eyes, the burden of this heat.
I am now aware of my follies, no need for my internal debate.

Dare I search for a frosty hand, to pull me from my stance.
My beady eyes to dark to see, have now hindered me from my sight.
A life unworthy, deeds undone, now with the devil I shall chance.
Futile hope leaves me still, in my ways, I now know right.

Too torturous to stand, too torturous to sedate.
This fervor holds me in its hands, squeezing me tightly within its grasp.
I fear the time is near, and my bereavements too late.
As the sand conceals my shoulders, my ardor leaves me but a rasp.
 
With nails protruding through the sand, I breath it deep.
No more red dust to sprinkle my skin, my world flickers dark
Soon no air to breath, leaves me with no rasps to seep.
And with my nails now deep below that sand, hark.

Do not loose yourself, with a lack of ambition.
Don’t take your life for granted.
Its never too late to change your condition.
This is not merely something, that has been ranted.