Desert Snow

Shadows of mascara
Streams of ache
The pounding of blood rushing through my veins
Prisoner, ridicule, humiliate me more
With lies of 'love' you can't seem to get it
I can feel my sight throughout the pores of my being
The dust of my body being drawn through an hourglass
A fragile metronome clicks softly in my heart
Seems to count my seconds of defeat and the end of our start.