The Sands Wash Away

They said the gray hair died|

Multiplied in multiples then all of a sudden|

Deceased|

Gone from the place|

Once more they mistake isolation for death|

Not enough oil to swallow|

The over privileged get overfed|

The underfed suffer in the corner not seen for days|

Or rather seen for dead|

Death covers stains|

The cuts and bumps|

Digging in the next man's trash|

Hoping to find another man's treasure|

Or rather another man's loss|

A meal to stop the screeching|

The rumbles|

Without notice they take notice|

Eye balls turning corners Scavenging the place|

Oh!|

We no longer have any use for company|

Stare into the walls for they are the only things you'll need|

Come closer as the bifocals uncover the stage|

Release the hounds make him scream until there is no more left|

One more is never enough multiply the sands|

Create the castle|

Then let the waves drain it away|

The hurricane blow it away|

The thunderstorms wash it away|

Don't lay next to it|

Your eyes might catch the grains|

Rather place your head into the sand|

Let the grains suffocate you and bury your body to forever lay|