In... Wonderland

Robinson Crusoe

The sea's arms threatened my safety as much as a gun would;
The sun's light was not as comforting as I knew it could be.
On a raft made up of my brittle bones;
Shipwrecked was I on my new home.
Robinson Crusoe and I are now one;
Decaying on a sun kissed beach; painfully alone.

I think I might die in this place;
I'm not ready.
If only I could feel safe;
I'm not steady.

The waterfalls on isolation island are made up of my blood, sweat and tears;
In blackened summer heat; if I should scream; you would not hear.
This island is not volcanic but when I see red; you'd swear it was;
Skeletons make great friends; they know how it feels to have been lost.
I cry as this island blossoms;
Held for a lonely ransom.

I don't know if this island is in the Pacific or the Atlantic;
I can't even tell you what day it is.
That could very well give you an idea of how badly I've succumbed;
Telling time from the star's patterns; turning weeds into weapons.
My favorite time of day is just before the sun kisses the horizon;
Because the shadows are unsure; day or night? Pick your poison.

The waterfalls on isolation island are made up of crystal clear waters;
Originating from tear ducts that have been haunted.
In deadened winter thoughts; flowers wither and I swiftly fall apart.
This will make one hell of a story for the grandkids, I whisper.
But in this sobered state of solitude; who the fuck would I have kids with?
If only somebody else could wash up on the shore like I once did;
I couldn't care less who it is.

Five years move by fast when each day blends like watercolours;
The waves of these walls are full of wonders.
I felt a tectonic shift one August eve;
Was the volcanic eruption finally building within me?
No, there wasn't a change in me; but on the island;
Somebody else was there; a comrade; a friend.
I cautiously danced towards the elongated beach;
Nerves building; my body forgot how to breathe.
There he was; bleeding on the sand;
Two arms; two legs, yes; a human.
His face was dusted with grains of sand and drowned in the kind of fear one can only feel in death's grace;
Outstretched arms and palms connecting;
"Welcome to this maddening; otherworldly place".