Dust in the Sand

Crawling through a mass of people
Satisfied by my own breath
No one cares that I am here
It smells like my own death
I have forgotten my own name
Forgotten, who I am
Forgotten, why I’m here
A figure combination
Is what’s left of me
Is what’s left of me
Like dust in the sand – invisible, redundant
Like dust in the sand – unobtrusive, ignorant
A gaze into the mirror
Shows my dead eyes
The blaze is lapsed to the dust in the sand
My hands reach for my own face, but there’s just
I realized, that I am dead
I realized, that all is black
I open my eyes, surrounded by white light
The path to eternity is bright
The path to eternity is bright
Crawling through a mass of people
Satisfied by my own breath
No one cares that I am here
It smells like my own death
Like dust in the sand – invisible, redundant
Like dust in the sand – unobtrusive, ignorant