The road of dust
Of trust
Of lust.
The road that lasts
It passed
And fell.
It wears away
Like photographs
That linked
The past.
And even as it fades
It eats at him.
Because the dust
The trust
The lust
It makes him choke.
He calls it allergies
But I say
'Oh please'
I know there's more.
More to the story
That binds him.
It finds him.
And holds him.
And chokes him.
He says its allergies.
There's more.

And please do crit.