Sallow skin ravaged by hunger
gripped by callous sinful hands,
raven approaches with dismal
reminder of this desolate waste,
escape blew me across this barren land;
where all that's heard is frantic hysteria
promising to melt this brain; till each stem
is sacrificed to this madness called insanity.
Oh! Hostile sand you abuse my sight,
grinding me down with gritty fragments;
anything would be better than these mundane,
frayed clouds drifting across a full lunar moon.
How I long for the jabber of jailbird gossip,
even fear cutting through turbulence of men,
those cursed – chilly bars of steal would be
welcome on such a howling – devilish night.