Far from any Road (True Detective) - Handsom Family

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From the dusty mesa,
her looming shadow grows.
Hidden in the branches,
of the poison creosote.

She twines her spines up slowly,
towards the boiling sun.
And when I touched her skin,
my fingers ran with blood.

In the hushing dusk,
under a swollen silver moon.
I came walking with the wind,
to watch the cactus bloom.

And strange hands halted me,
the looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush,
and felt the trembling hands.

When the last light warms the rocks,
and the rattlesnakes unfold.
Mountain cats will come,
to drag away your bones.

And rise with me forever,
across the silent sand.
And the stars will be your eyes,
and the winds will be my hands.