We are no Island,
We each are entangled in our own rock band,
We all are entangled in a spider web of beautiful mess,
Never satisfied, always wanting more or less
None of us are really alone,
Even though, we hauk, cry n simply just moan,
Standing looking strong,
Happy times seem like they have gone,
Looking back, oh what a waste
As I entangle my soul into the sunset, Escaping to a perfect place,
Oh it's magic n upon me I love this spell,
That's carried away far away from the horrors of hell
Oh how many times do we make,
Mistake after mistake?
So much to simply regret,
As they rain down on, hammering me, never letting me forget
As the perfect tear,
Drops down, there's a reason we still allowed to here
Together we will all fight
The demon, like minI Davids we carry on, even when its at its height
26/10/26