the heat of the day drowns my limbs with fatigue as sand turns into hands and drags me down to sink my mouth opens to yell for help but the desert is the only thing to greet me i breathe it in and choke on the heat of the day theres a disease encasing my brain in lead so that my body cannot move to leave my bed the blankets engulf me, swallow me and i let it for if i said no, would it leave me as well? the blankets wish to grant me the heat of the day but that is the very thing that plagues me i wish for a chill to ice my heart to numb my pain and let me finally sleep for a night but instead a drought bleeds my brain dry as i succumb to asphyxiation will an oasis come where i can sip from its depths? or will i instead drown in the sand? i wish to be a blanket so that i can wrap you in a warmth that soothes your heart and grants you the heat of the day. but as i hold you in my embrace you become weighed down as if by space or is it me who dims your light? am i the one who ices over your spark?