Lost

When the castle of sand washes away,
I’m told for us mourning is not the way
So with my head down on the cold sand I lay
And dream again of another day

One cheek up to the warm sun, the other down cold
The one side’s warmth lost to decimated feelings of old
No strength left in me to be bold
To it all I succumb, decay fills my soul

So quickly up I jump and climb
So no one can see the filthy kind
Of painful torture and hidden lies
That crowd my impressionable mind

Becoming more or likely less?
Is life always meant to be a mess?
My scaly skin under the silky dress
Who'll hear the sins I now need to confess?

Feeling empty, cold, and alone
All my dreams and fears have flown
To nowhereland with all I have known.
The chasm in my mind is all I own.