haibanegatsu

Dead Reverie

Deep in the desert littered with glass
I walk alone to this hallowed lodge
Tomorrow I cannot forecast
But I need to confirm this mirage

The doors are closed
The windows are barred
My soul could not forget

Past the dormant fountain
Past the empty front step
I wiped the lingering cold sweat

Through the main door
To the hotel saloon
My eyes have been mislead

There is no main door
There are no cold drinks
There is no comfortable bed

The only thing that lay in the sands
Is my body, cold and dead
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Inspiration: S.T.C.