cradled in a well of memories
the shadows creep in, unwanted
tormenting the mind with sharp claws of delusion
confusing the inner eye
once a goddess, her name sanctified
now her veins filled with mirages, her soul shattered
no place to hide when the others crawl in
no place to hide when the blood runs cold
and the voices twist the reality, sucking the frail sanity
the sand knows her story
the sand will follow her when she falls