Carved deep in the rocks out by the sea,
Silver rain bleeds down the cement walls,
Air thick & musty from the tears they bleed, darkening the sun & killing the trees, Spirits manifest a lost island,
Screaming again & again,
Scratching the walls,
nails running thin,
Stabbing the dark,
Puppets in the shadows,
They'll find me because of my pounding heart, veins dry & cold,
Redeeming my sanity you've stole,
Locked & buried away in this dark tomb,
Eaten whole & consumed,
The lost islands roses finally bloom.
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