Blind world turning on a dangerous precipice.
Wandering through the green dessert.
The day burns up the night.
Body is worn, eyes blurred, desire is tired.
No time left to count the sins.
No time left to save the wind.
Gentle dreams lost and expired.
Hearts that fled.
Blood that lied.
Far and low.
Fields of ruin.
The quiet murderer knocks with a helpful smile.