Isle's canvas of chains and locks

A canvas on beach Beyond fortune's reach Where ocean's opulence beseiges The sand That remains arid Beneath my hand I scribbled falsehoods In sand of seashore Washed away the waves But I re-bore The facade of sandalwood With scentless core I became the artist living in dreams Suppressing the internal surreal screams Praising the sun's loveless heat Scorched scars linger but my fabrication's neat Dusk broke, I anticipated gentle breeze But the sun abandons me to freeze I pushed away the ship meant for rescues Succumbed to the charade upon demonic cues A captive now of hollow laughters The island stands on fragile rafters Isle's canvas was built to swallow A soul lost in its own hollow