Your skin disappears through the sand, leaving the world unsettled,
Quite a lot to remember regarding your existence,
Your monstrous nature,
The earthquake you brought along.
However, could that be what you truly stood for?
I may have shared a smile or two regarding a certain nature you barely brought to light,
So darkened and hidden,
Not strong enough to permit your death to break me, to break them, your death could not break us.
The world claims what dies tends to stay due to our desire to have our last word, our last momemt,
Digging up each grave for a glimpse of peace, a sight of a life that had been loved,
An act I have failed to take part in as I could not wait for much longer to fill your grave with sand,
Along with the running around I have had to endure in seek of a much preferred loved one, which you could not be and your death could not break me.
