Withdrawl

My mouth is parched to the brim and the lines of my tongue crack under the strain of being lost in the desert of your withdrawal. Great dunes of loneliness rise up around me, surrounding my vision, looming over me with pale soulless eyes. They bore into my brain, pressing, daring me even to breathe. "Lie down" they repeat over and over, "embrace the sand, it is your destiny.". The mantra drums in my head, it beats in my ears, and I scream out in anguish. The sound lands hollow against the emptiness of the void. No echo returns to me as the barren landscape absorbs my pain. I sit, too weary to stand. Too tired to care. The sun begins its passage into the nearest golden rise of earth. Rays splay across the ground, shadows dancing across the topography, undulating patterns of darkness like ink spilled upon the desk. What do I see in them, what does it mean? The sins of my past form in those shadowy shapes, brought to life as warmth escapes the area. A cold chill rises from the ground and I collapse into its fatal embrace, no more a burden upon the world.