in true desolation
i'm seeking
comfort, thorns in my
head, vultures on my
shoulders. i cry for
someone maybe god
but i hear no one
coming for me. here in
this desert i burn
and screech. here in this
desert i'm cursed to die.
alone in desolation i
seek comfort but
i know no one will come.
Sunset
By hesperdium
I dive into the sun, searching for peachy summers. ~~~ A collection of distorted short stories. More