You remain the last remnant of my forsaken dreams I see them strangled within the echo of my screams Your thoughts left in the pot of my parched hopes, Gropes in dark for the arrows lost in arched strings Colours that sparked a spark to lit my flaring flame Blame and shame you with a shade of dark and grey You say you remain my straw in the stormy waters But the whorl offers sucking swirl to drown me down The random drops of blood like pearl on the sand Dry up like my enduring tears on stony stoic face I leave you were you left me in the stormy desert Where I revert to specks of dust under the sand dunes Lying buried to watch you beating your chest alone For what you have sown to what you moan!