just south of the dot...

you shatter me
your grip on me
a hold on me
so dull it kills
you stifle me
infectious sense of hopelessness
and prayers for rain


i suffocate
i breathe in dirt and nowhere shines but desolate and drab
the hours all spent on killing time again
all waiting for the rain.


you fracture me
your hands on me
a touch so plain
so stale it kills
you strangle me
entangle me in hopelessness
and prayers for rain


i deteriorate
i live in dirt and nowhere glows but drearily and tired
the hours all spent on killing time again
all waiting for the rain.


{R. Smith - 1989 - Prayers for rain.}