Desert

These days, been house-ridden
Couch-sitting in a cold mind
The long silence of the dim type
An old man breathing in the room next to mine

I spoke with fever
Put my foot down against reconcilable blame
Still I dream in a desert
Of a heart that’s been drowning in shame

The truth of the matter
Is from the shadows, it was staring me in the face
Would have lost myself in the desert
Of the hearts that lie tarnishing, debased

Wits quitting, all the shit’s spinning
And fists swinging under wooled eyes
A tall shadow of the blind type
The fold of the forfeit all pastimes of mine

You heard it through the ether
A still riding, melancholic hue
You dreamt in light empyreal
That my heart would be coming home to you

Until you face the matter from the shadows
When had been staring us in the face
You will sleep in a desert
And your heart will lie honorably disgraced