SMACCA - THE SANDSTORM
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by SMacca
Grating glass shingle bleeding my eyes
Sand quaking at my roots
Swirling a hell underneath
Attacking all of life’s fruits
Grains so fine yet deadly
Nowhere to look
The noise is deafening
No peace everything shook
No oasis for me
Only sins surround me now
No-one can set me free
That storm makes a furrow
Sinking me deep underground
Deathly silence ensues
Content now I’ve finally drowned
© SMacca 2012
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