Iron Gates on a Desert Landscape

Whispered words leave these lips,
cracked and stained with blood
as pearlescent wings catch the light
and leaves the flickering candle
to snuff itself out in the dark

Desert landscape is moistened
by the protruding snake flicking
from within the blackness, and suddenly,
I start to wonder if my words
hold any power at all on this battlefield

So, I sink back as, again, I am proven useless
in this foggy landscape of time working against
the mild self confidence that lays dormant;
almost non-existent in the thresholds of iron
I keep wondering when the final coating
will weaken its stand and finally become
obsolete before my very eyes, so that I may enter

I sit in waiting, staring aimlessly
within the crevices of those iron gates,
wondering if she knows just how stubborn
I can be when I put my mind to it
I care enough; but is that what she wants?

My words fall on deaf ears, and there is nothing
Perhaps these hopeful words are in vain;
impossibilities to the outside, where it's cold
The desert is frozen at night; I tremble,
and wish there was a better way to show

that I am here to stay