Sand

All these holes dug
as if something’s underneath
Out of this suffering comes nothing

a blood red geyser
bursting from the sand
coming up from pits made by my hands

how can you be a liar
asking me for the truth?
How can you be me
and I be you?

So much time wasted
with the turning of hands
washing away my sins

false memories
I can’t trust myself
to contain my every eruption

how can you be a liar
asking me for the truth?
How can you be me
and I be you?

how can you be a liar
that controls my every thought?
How do I become something I’m not