The wait, the spray of the night and the clinging heat
The rain was the best camouflage
The sweat, heat and the raving thoughts
The talk was the best cover-up
You me them others and you
The revenge.
The moonlight was never special
The songs were never romantic
The heart was never mentioned
The deed was the thread
Hope was the weak link
The murder.
The night was always welcome and food was a luxury
The days were always a blur
The sounds always a shelter
The door was never there
The bell never tolled
Island was built
The plan.
The stage was yet to be set and the lights were never on
The audience were dispensable
The skin was costume deep
The script had only the last act
Euphoria
The play.
You me glory and mishap
Hope and destruction
Island of gore
Euphoria
Desire and Death.
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