A desolate shore never seems to lie.
The sands became filled with litter that lasts for a lifetime.
Just like those tattoos that are now resting on your naked body.

The washed up sea life slowly rots and starts to reek in the sunlight.
Our love is the same way it seems.

That tainted water is as brown as your eyes staring straight into me.
No families dot the isolated wreckage of this unnatural landscape anymore.

All I can do is weep alone and stand in the footprints of people long gone.
Some days I wonder...
Was it intentional or just another tragic accident?