Mirage in a Dead Desert

drops full of anger, guilt and betrayal pouring down from my eyes like rain in a sleepless night soaked in blood and it's stains on my gray shirt two daggers stabbed at the same spot their existence in my words and work but for them i'm just a mirage, a pseudo reflection of life in a dead desert a hand to pull them out of it, a toy to be pushed into it a ecosystem flourishing in peace but burnt down by fire one night my quill, my papers untouched for a time, lived in an illusion, a lie, that unforgivable sin