The Last Sand Verse for the Nymph of Mesopotamia

Digging up dead memories from years past, watching smiles that have since faded, shining grey eyes that have since lost their gleam; faces, so familiar, you’d swear they were yours, you look at them now and see nothing but despair; a soul once loved, jumping, dancing, laughing…

What have they done to you? Why did you let them in? Why did you let them steal your wild, ever-singing Sun? Why did you let them suck the nectar out of your blossoming mind? Why did you let them tame you? Why did you let them harness you? Why did you hand your will to the vampires of the sunlight? Why did you give in to the mould of the stagnant slugs, feeding off your blood, suckling on your dreams and dissolving what’s left of your dignity in their million-dollar bile?

Why did you let me fail you?

Why did you let me fail…

H.Q.
21:56
Sunday,
28/07/2013