The scars of my sin Run deep in the desert Bottomless canyons On the edge I stand Swapping riddles with the bones of The unquiet dead The serpent doesn't always hiss Like the snake that it is And The plague doesn't always stink Of the grave The scars of my sin Write their names on my skin Running deep Running deep in the desert Bottomless chasms On the edge I stand Chewing thistles with the bones of The unquiet dead
There is something eerie about this ... as if you speak of my life ... the one I'd rather not remember! Incredible poem. Thanks for posting.
Good piece. It runs deep.
Wonderful, cinematic.