devils island

Clawing one second at a time Back for myself As long as a season. No. that's melodrama Hyperbole in the very least. Though the journey, the road, the obstacles unimportant The weather, the cold Insignificant To anyone but I The night belongs to me and with me My bubble, made isolating by experience My terms made weak by desire My safety, made strong by fear And so as long as A day and as dark as A night, relentless Yearning for nothing more Than the gentle embrace of my own imprisonment