Icy Sand Over Shore- by: unknown forgotten

The high pitch squealing of the old pounding hydraulic sounds
Such a train crushing forth
Drowning out the sound of my enemies walking

Footstep on yet another
Crushing snow atop loose sand
"Crunch, and Crunch," went the desolate land

There was a bitch that had claws beyond means
And enough of the tides washed open shores
To leave entry for anybody

So you grasp but the last of your diminishing glass
All to forgo whatever you may have had planned
The swirling heat twisting down you chest
Is more of a mistake than what you would have guessed

And as the drowning of intoxication comes frowning
You'll cry until your heart stops it's beating
And the last of life's gasping