Road Of Dust.

Road
is so lonley as the hot sun burns the flesh creating a cadaver
mess.
Walking
along this road, the dusty sands of
gold.
Road
of dust, is so old, it has so many stories to be
told.
Beautiful
goddesses and gods roamed the lonley walk of dust, entranced by its bright and lonley
lust.
Wind
blows the golden sands throughout this
land.
Sun
of time, upon a corpse it will finally bring
decay.
Lonley
road, hasnt been touched in so long of a time, so fast has that time
flied.
Maggots
rot and become hollow, with the sun burning so gold and
yellow.
Sand
dust and bone, this road is only to be walked on by a feeling of
lone.
Hope
is not to be found, but to spin a spool of lonley
refound.
Sad
and lonley is this spot, most just come here to
rot.
Ravens
and the crows pick at the bodies, with the bodies quietly
pleading.
Nothing
is what this is all made up, and this is a spot for the un-saved, even nothing-ness here has a
grave.