SoulReserve

Lets Play

Walk into a dessert storm
with nothing but a blanket on;
Holding it like a sky, like a mold;
Wandering the streets, looking through them all,
far into the veils of dust,
for letters that are recognizable;
The sands scraping against your insides,
remind you of the velvet, besides,
the reprimand of sin;
The heat forces you to sink,
down into placid memories,
when things were there to win;
Now here in the dessert,
there is but one goal,
to be the next one to leave;
Through all the holes
that destiny has stitched onto your sleeves;
Play the dice
and learn, don’t run
This is Vegas
what if you just lost your turn.

© soulreserve 2015

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