The ocean flowed in the breeze
I could feel the waves as they pushed
My fingers began to freeze
It was cold, sharp as a thorn bush.

I was lost on an island.
I couldn't see a boat.
And I thought I could find them
So I created a note.

"Farewell my good friends.
Enjoy those fun days.
But this is where my fun ends
Continue to be full of craze."

The daylights have gone
Anxiety crawls every split second
The moonlight has shone
It is immensely unpleasant

Darker circles under eyes
Wolfs howling in the night
Something I am not able to disguise
shivering under the covers, I hide.