The anchors gave up
Its wicked grasp
From the beasts belly
My shackles seem to levitate
Off my gaping tunnel.
That surrounds where my spirit
Used to live.

I advise you my kind sir
To not explore
What lies ahead,
The scent of perfume
Made this island angry
With rage through the night
And now it breathes
A little lighter.
The weight of her touch
Holds the pressure
From these rolling hills
Which feel like prison cells
on the inside.
Not knowing what lies ahead
Is the worst
Goblet of poison to drink from.

You ask me how I got here,
And you see,
I was looking
Through the puddles
On the highway,
Searching for the answers
On how I can get the poison
From my eyes,

You see,
It seemed to blind me
From the future,
I kept searching far and wide
Through my broken mind
Till my sail stopped pushing me
To pointless corners of my mind
And smuggled on to this island,
Up in this skies
Separated by juniper and bark
That kept me up at night.

I survived
But my innocence
Was stripped and scalped
By the blade
That the beast hangs up
On her ceiling as a chandelier.

Now kind sir,
Let us seek asylum
From the dank air
That shivers my bones,
The beast seems to have
Got what it wanted.
I feel like this mystic place
Has taught me all that I need
And now I need to struggle
To see the future.