Too sink into the eyes of the dust and the chronicles of the night sky.  To find you in my arms lost within the embrace of day. 

Stones cast upon peddles of roses and rogue weeds.  Thorns in my side.  Flesh piercing thorns. A warning of future plight. 

I fall down into the sour apple taste of your lips.  Lost within the bottle of reason and hope.  A burnt effigy of who I was before. 

Chaos and despair reigns in the world of the lost.

Kneel down before you.  My golden calf and beg the forgiving gods to return my rotting flesh to a state of consistency.

I am a downtrodden soul on