From the land of lure
To the island of lust
The feet travel
And the soul departs
Seeking earnest refuge
Beneath a broken sky
Bathing in the dust
Of a river running dry
Pierced by thorns
Caressed by scorns
Crawling on pebbles
Strangled by shackles
Befriending darkness
Conversing alone friendless
Pushed into a stinking room
Vagabonds call it their home
Surrounded by feminine smiles
Senses retreated for a while
Nailed to a broken bed
Gasping for freedom unlimited
Skin slowly transforming into sand
Nothing seems to be grand
Threatened by a gun
Admiring the dead sun
The soul did turn back
Almost like a zombie off the track
Shattered from within
To start on a journey a little less mean
-vociferous
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