splinters
Splintered by endless amounts of debris ricocheted from
what was once concrete shattered by my footsteps.
I lay half asleep on a bed that could barely fit me
fixed eye
Scared shitless of getting lost in this strong current
Forcing my feet to remain buried deep
In the .sandstorm.
So I may continue to bleed for the sake of this constructive destruction
Like a game of Russian roulette without bullets
Where every spin of the barrel and every pull of the trigger
Leaves me with piss in my pants for no damn reason
The Cheshire-Cat grins and fades away.
Tides may rise and ashes may fall
Sands will move with the storm of the current
The time will come when nothing is the same
But the blood that flows and my feet that remain planted to the new ground.
