Grief has torn my skin

I struggle in the quicksands of despair
I  want to drown my sorrows now too great
I  yearn to see the one who is not here.

Might death   itself be worse than what I fear?
I find it hard to judge my own true state
I struggle in the quicksands of despair

Grief has torn my skin, the layers bared.
Death’s  a ravenous beast, for whom I’m  bait
I long to see my man, who is not here.

With reddened eyes and wild, unruly hair
I listen for the truth my heart dictates
As I struggle in the quicksands of despair

Will death himself now take me to his lair?
As pains tear at my heart,  I can’t relate.
I long to see the one who  once was here.

If I  should sink ,I do not imitate
Man’s cruelty and his wars elaborate
I struggle in the quicksands of despair
I ‘ll never see the man who once  lived here