This place I want to be is the place I cannot reach. Fumbling through the heat over this endless beach. I can't go on wondering if I'm going to survive these rays of death feeling least alive. Seeing a mirage of water past the dunes, hallucinations foresee my doom. Soon I will cease to be, vultures hovering over me, falling to my knees, breathing heavily, giving up ever so slowly. Last word spoken "help ..."
Cool. I hope I never find myself in that position. Is this a metaphore for a really bad relationship?
