And there it was; The vast desert on the palm of my hand An ocean of black sands Without borders or name Only seen by those Who are willing to see An angel flew across the landscape Faceless and obscure Singing songs of salvation Redemption thru' self-harm and suicide "Acts of violence are of God and thus divine" Said the tongue of drought Somewhere in the labyrinth Of my mind Are these sensations of pain Reflections of my true nature Or broken images From a meaningless dream That ends as surely as The life itself A shadow flew across the landscape Shapeless and enigmatic Shrieking songs of salvation Redemption thru' self-harm and suicide There it was; The vast black desert And I In the middle of everything Every single cell of my body Screaming in cacophonous unison Slowly drowning Into the circle of consumption