Island of Lost Souls
People mindlessly wandering around
their souls never found.
Where the ocean meets the shore,
is where these souls adore.
Young children and adults alike,
never alive to see this night.
The night of joy and happines.
The night of death and dreariness.
One will never know much about their lives
but contiue to let their own strive.
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