She hollows the soil of her secluded island, dredging
Her own quarantine, for this is not paradise,
Staring at an unfriendly pale light, that hawks
Down at her, bringing forth her altered state,
Running from death, that was perched upon her bust
She now finds herself within a battle to her own demise,
She howls as she turns, growing fangs and claws
That have torn apart the unsuspecting,
She fought to keep sanity off the hissing noose,
Yet she would find herself drunk off the gore of the dead
That had been displayed by herself to discover
Her own macabre, the monster that persists within,
Uncontrollable she has buried herself below
The full moon that she desperately hides from,
But her eye consimes it, she’s caught in the hypnotic glow
As shadowed hands rip off her flesh, leaving horror
She couldn’t suppress anymore, the monster
That terrorizes every blink of her solace,
But the island lays barren, and the noose
Already tight around her neck.
