My only hope today, is that rain can wash The rusted colored stains of blood away Dirt; like Earth, caked upon my face Hides the smile Buried down beneath I sit stranded in the sand My hell a carousel shore; forever trapped along a beach The waves here, don’t swell and crash the same They linger static like a message never read Tell me then; wherein lies the difference Between a broken heart and being dead Every touch is cold, the only warmth I’ll ever know Has been swept away, down the cloudy gray gutter drains Like little villages lost to hurricanes No trace or tracks to lead me back To the boy I was before This lonely island lacks a dock No passing ferries and only planks to walk A salted sea of crooning souls beneath, call for me to join the deep This symphony of sirens Draws me ever close to silence