Existence

Over the ridges of orange sand
watch it slide,sink and expand

  as the orange turns a silhouette
  I wish life would reach its sunset

a gigantic glow of fading light
that slowly subsides into the night

  it just becomes a crimson pyre
  of the hopes that never flew higher

their magnificence brutally mangled
one by one, picked and strangled

  and if love is merely a setting sun
  let the holds of life come undone

be my dusk of a painful existence
sink with the sun into the distance.