"Beach Bitch" or "elegy for the dead bitch at the sea"

Shadows and ripples with mirages

A thirsty mind near Sea
Does she have a purpose?

Survival of the fittest anyway
Passing away before her prime
Achievements nothing at all
Flicking through under a tyre

That creepy hand waits a foot away
Darkness ready to takeover
Quality questioned in rhyme (or not)
Does she ever achieve?
Death.

Skulls and sex and sugar cubes
Scary as the scarlet scum
Seeps out little through the stems
Soaked away with her life

The only memory is mine
And the Sea's. 
The Halloween ghost and the car
The tyre that did It's work
It itself aloof.

I can see two others
Running wild near the waterline
Will they fall or soak?
Cheeks of sand stay ready.

Pointlessness all astrung
Holding onto dear life
Why? 
Proving unnecessary sunsets that go on
Survival of the fittest

The beach bitch sheds
Life and tears. Misses the marks and the ones she loves.
Go on then run free
Bisous bisous.