On The Edge of The Shores

I walk along the shores of disillusionment, on the dark beach of deception, listening to the waves of smiles, promises, emotions, and hopes that come and go with the rhythm of the black sea, which doesn't illuminate and doesn't reflect the lights of the sky to guide me. The day is the same as the night... cold, silent, and dark, there's no source of light that brightens my footsteps where I've walked. I walk without knowing where I'm going, but knowing it's always the edge of the sea, by the icy winds that blow sounds similar to those I've heard before, and I can't bear to hear the sounds that deceive. And make me remember the almosts that were lies sung with beauty and dressed in satin, dancing without skill, disguised as grace and tenderness.