An island
The beating feet, the bridges break
The beating hearts all die away
Hacking away with blunted swords
At something that was never yours
The paths away have broken down
And an island I have found
An island where all feet and hearts and lies
Are crushed and I am no longer tied
By thoughts below or dreams so high
On this island I'm alone
Neglect burns sharper than the sword
And years have passed since I have heard
A loving whisper or friendly word
And in this silence I have learned
My mind befits an island
My mind longs for silence
It cringes at cacophony
And the prison of society
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