The Subtlety of Sin and Sandy Shores

The Subtlety Of Sin And Sandy Shores Bone dry and hungry Demons feed on fire quietly below Never satiated eating emptiness alone Sin laps up the souls above with certainty Like waves licking at the sandy shore Slowly, quietly, over time, with salt Consumed like lust Lost dignity Gone without a trace They go to another place Where no soul or shore should be Disappear in a mist of mystery Taken out to sea