Tiny grains of time,imbedded in my burning skin.
The sun a wave of heat,white seering heat.
My lips dried and wrinkled as time iself.
My throat scratchy as the sands burning me.
The wind dry and taunting.

Pain unlike Hell could unleash.
But it only felt like a scrape compared to the ache caged in my heart.
This man must've came from the fire and brim stone.
And I,niave, held his hand and walked this life with him.
Only to lead me a stray and drive a stake through my heart.

With your sword brandish so brave I thought you banish the demons from in.
And only to drive it deep into my young and innocent heart.
My tears disintegrated in the desert heat and ran cold with my blood.
With my last sight I saw him run away amongst the sand.
The desert of ashes from the lost.

Among the gone and broken,I had come to join them.
The nothingness pure dark and unknown.
We are afraind of what we never know.
Mind a drowning in sorrow and shame.
Hell hath no fury like mine.
But heaven hath no revenge.

With my last dying breath I curse his every intake.
I shall avenge my poor heart and heal those lost and broken in this desert of gone and broken.
Demon of my love...how I adored thee