Parched

My words can run dry

Like the Sands of a forgotten desert

Rejuvenation a dream

And the sun reflecting is mean

Names are forgotten when the heat comes alive

Grave robbers grapple with conscience

The zombied horror within

And the only thing it needs is water to live

But the river died when the river died

All I want is water

All you offer is sweet sticky poison 

Make me choke on my savior

Have you engaged in the waves

In the Sands of the grave

I'm alive

But I didn't ask to be.