swimming sands

the sinking
again
something about floating
above it all
and the hammering sounds
like a trumpets cracking bones

how should this feel
not like the last time
i'm underneath
above it all
and i can see the tiny flecks
like grains of sand
smiling at me from below
above it all
again, i'm rising
into the abyss
if i miss
shoot me down
under the dirt

here i am again
lifting slowly
in the misty mud
caked under the nails
in the sky

believe in me
just this once
and calm me
under the waves
floating toward the sky

help this inside me
before i drift away
again under my own reproach
guiding the hand through
the bones that break me

hold tight as i scramble for the clouds
shrouded in the light of thundering darkness

i am this again
building in the fire
that washes away the silt
and the ash
and the holy water
rinsing the sky in the blood
of fallen heroes

lifting above
beneath it all

here i am again
lifting slowly
in the misty mud
caked under the nails
in the sky

and the ash buries me again

but there's always smiling faces
in the sand that smothers
from above