In the Badlands - 2

These dunes, they stretch for miles eastward, the guide says
There are strange creatures prowling these sands
They will rip the skin from your bones
They will curdle the blood in your veins

That's pretty scary, isn't it, brother?
We really don't want to go to the dunes
Let's heed to the warnings of this pretty guide
Who happens to be quite intelligent too

Pray tell us, dear guide
Where we can find some monkeys to feed
For me and my brother, we are hungry
And looking for some adventure too.

What kind of monkeys, you ask?
Well, any kind would do, but we would
Prefer those that eat peanuts
Possibly those that don't hurl feces at us either

We have traveled far and wide
Hearing stories of the city of monkeys
Where they snatch peanuts from your hands
Where they dance on two tails for measly peanuts

We want to see that dance
Me and my brother
For we have traveled from far away
But I've told you that already

To the east you say?
Over those sands?
It will take many days?
We can find supplies there?

Did you hear that brother?
The city is there, eastward
Just past those dunes
Shouldn't take us long to travel them

So shall we go?

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Fuck, here we go again. 

sand

the layers of sand are shifting
each grain, each second, each breath
piling on top of each other like corpses
in the trenches of my memories

every day is a snowflake
so different, yet same
i sink deeper and deeper
every time you whisper my name

my hourglass is broken
malware in my mainframe
my thought are vaporous mists
wafting from my heated brain

i dip my fingers in the sands
grains stick to my fingers
i can't shake them off
for i don't understand

my memories and visions are entwined
in the ball pit of my mind
what monsters pop up i don't know
should i stay or should i go