Dust

Sitting in this dust
Dirty and alone
Tears of mire and of rust
Taste of gin; of bone

If the dust didn’t find them first
Id drink these salty tears
But turning into drops of mud
I choke on my own fears

If fire didn’t consume it first
Id chew on my very meat
But as I feed on it’s ashes
I collapse in tears of defeat

Every tiny stone
That hits my naked skin
To me is like an arrow
Catastrophe within

I lay here all alone
I wont close these eyes of sin
Stare into the dirty sky
And let the dust rush in