even on an island, surrounded by the sea

your presence haunts my waking mind

there is no place to flee

You scrabble down my neck, clawing at my heart-strings

my compass is decieved by lies

the false-north siren sings

what is trusting others, i cannot trust myself 

my tiny saber touch the page

each stroke another skelf

lines connect together, a fornication made

it began with high ambition

i stare at it with shame 

two voices in my head, one at a time they come

which is speaking when and to who

 to darkness succumb