Anonymous
from red streams as dark as the blood that fills them
the white abyss of a saline ocean falls onto pourous lands
each drop, by each drop
the pain which created them, alive and well in them
runs down into uncharted territory
interrupting all systems of respiration in the land
crimson fluids drown out the wells above the terrain
for the enragin storm of chaos runs the saline dry
as we realize this distant desert
is not much more than a human face
I think it's very creative the way you descibe a face without saying to much about the features