The beach, and its truth

I see my life swift away like the riptides swallow the voices that lie beneath
This childhood dream that I keep as I hear the waves scream
The more steps you take the blacker it gets, but in the midest of the moonlight you can see the weeping faces
As the waves creep and crawl inching to the shore do not be mislead by the majestic beauty of wet cerasing danger.
The luminious water captures my feet as I feel the sand between my toes and salt linger through my nose.