On the shore of lost souls

On the shore of lost souls
waves beat and break against tattered spirits,
the sun of hate scorching blistered hearts.
A sea of torture consuming self-centered souls,
captivating their ignorance,
burying them beneath the waters of theirs of their own indecencies.
A shameful death awaits those left by the ocean of desires,
those who live within themselves,
those whose lives are merely shadows,
silhouettes of what should have been.
A pointless existence remains for those who settle on this beach of lies,
of hopes destroyed and promises broken,
an existence where the fool-hearted occupants can't even recognize themselves
for their facade makes them who they never wanted to be.
As the sunsets on this desolate island of misery
the remnants of what could be fade with the light.