The desert sheds its skin as the wind hunts it like a starving beast
The sharp screeching of a ruthless animal can be heard in the distance
These abandoned hills were once a colorful dream of a landscape
Every blade of grass enkindled with the fervor of life
The shadows ride lonesome
The hunger spreads
As humanity is peeled away
From the primal base of a being
Another grave is completed at the beck of the sun
A single wild rose clutches the gravestone
Mercy is but a victim to this reprise
A dizzy hope stirs like a mirage
Dehydrated pedals lose their grip
A somber end awaits them
And a single cloud watches over
But the dust never settles in the west
A deafened prayer lingers
Like a hungry rodent
Fingers coarse through the sand like silk
As the sea draws near
