Trust

Endless sandy dessert
clothes now weary on my skin
been running, walking, crawling
virtues turned to sin

disillusion, but hungry
storms like sandpaper on my skin
clean, shiny, polished
the noblemen don't know where I've been

no night
no day
ever step forward
is one step further away
such a waste
such a waste
everything is fading

my heart, my home, my love
like grains of sand slipping through my fingers
a men harem
beautiful brown-haired
emerald green-eyed men
that's a mirage that lingers

no light, no darkness
no love, no sorrow
no sleep, no being wake
nothing to hold on to, nothing to lose
no smile, no tears
no hope, no fears
without nothing
there can't be anything

so, trust. 

-RP