The Isle of Tears

One thousand miles off of the coast of Paific and rear end of my imagnination.

A place bourne of gloomy skies and lonely whisper wind dread salty like drops all over.

It filled the land of its waters and the air drenched clingy attention.

it is deseparate of sunlight and desaparte for someone to take in.

 

there no one at all around here.

no one that does care.

the life of on this island was now ghostly and dark.

off of times to be something lively is tormented and depressing.

give off desaparation and it has no choice but to rained all night.

 

it wont even assumed that the time will praised with bright sights.

it just woe of worries and warrant away ferries.

Washing away too possibilties is possible.

the tides remained full of uncertainity and lack desire in humanity.

 

it a raw and untapped monuemnet.

God knows the pain and frustration of one his creation being ignored.

he has its waited for long period time and protects, what not damaged and confided.

even if the hollow sanctary cries ever more,i know god given feeling to let your intermissive soul expelled out.

find Peace within your existence not with others sell you out.