Oh, but for sure if some god divine
Sits high on his throne and lords over us...

Is it irreparable
The damage I have done...

You were far more beautiful than the scenery
Your eyes glistening, twinkling like stars...

The sun is dancing, shimmering
On the swirls like shards of glass...

The silhouettes of dark trees
Sprawled against the sky...

Beaten, lying in the black dust
Am I lost? Am I forgotten...

I am lost in the beauty of the moon
Standing proud in the black sky...

It is becoming a greater burden
A steeper struggle battling over dominance...

Sand through the timer
Dripping, unstitching, undone...