In the heat of the desert
Captured in the triangle
Metamorphosing to take form

An inconsistent force
Whirling dust and sand
Breaking the shackles


I am free


The disturbance dissipates
A malignant entity forced upon our world
Craving to be real again

Inhabiting the mind of the mortal

A changing shape reaching for reality

From a place, empty of being
Struggling to be
I am I


A gaping wound in the wasteland
Created by mans curiosity

A crevice of despair
The abyss spreading its winds of plague


The demon of dispersion
Swirling senselessly
Escaping from it's host

A mirage made of sand
Is all that's left to see


I am free

The disturbance dissipates

A malignant entity forced upon our world
Craving to be real again
Inhabiting the mind of the mortal

A changing shape reaching for reality
From a place, empty of being


A changing shape reaching for reality
From a place, empty of being
Struggling to be

I am I