No Man's Land
I sailed into a swallowing storm
Thrown onto some washed up deserted island
It was frighteningly silent; dark
I tried searching for an escape route
Here, I was shipwrecked on the shore of its tongue
Thrown onto some washed up deserted island
It was frighteningly silent; dark
I tried searching for an escape route
But I knew I wouldn't be able to survive the sea
Here, I was shipwrecked on the shore of its tongue
Sitting under its thumb, watching my every move
Daunting apparitions leaving me restless day in and day out
Making sure I was incapable of leaving
Daunting apparitions leaving me restless day in and day out
Making sure I was incapable of leaving
My mind colonized by its manipulative whispers
I was poisoned by the moonlight
Consumed by the crashing waves of what I thought was my peace
I began to lose my way through the woven trees
My limbs impaled by its branches of broken promises yet, I stayed
My limbs impaled by its branches of broken promises yet, I stayed
I stayed on this wicked paradise crawling my way to learn to love it
I begged the sun to rise again
To make this land glow again
To breathe life into this land again
I made every excuse to try and try and try again
I begged the sun to rise again
To make this land glow again
To breathe life into this land again
I made every excuse to try and try and try again
But I wasn't even sure if this land ever had a breath of life in its existence to begin with
This island was dead long before I ever arrived
The dark grey clouds were an overcast hallucinogen
The dark grey clouds were an overcast hallucinogen
A siren's song of desperation that tugged at the strings of my low self esteem
I settled on this island shackled to infatuation
A few years alone and ignored, survival becoming the prison of my sanity
A few years alone and ignored, survival becoming the prison of my sanity
The sea I traveled was black for so long until the sun finally began to peek
As I laid feeling defeated, I felt the shimmering rays caress my face
I sat up at the faint echo of a horn
A saving grace passing through in the distance
First sight of hope
It was now or never
MacGyver in the making
I gathered the scrapped wood that staked my heart and the rope that hung me to dry
I tied the fabric that blinded me from reality to see that I had the tools to leave all along
I sailed my ass off and I never looked back
As I laid feeling defeated, I felt the shimmering rays caress my face
I sat up at the faint echo of a horn
A saving grace passing through in the distance
First sight of hope
It was now or never
MacGyver in the making
I gathered the scrapped wood that staked my heart and the rope that hung me to dry
I tied the fabric that blinded me from reality to see that I had the tools to leave all along
I sailed my ass off and I never looked back
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