Island of Insanity
The day my life went crazy
I dreamed I traveled
to the Island of Insanity,
when i arrived there wasn't
any sign of humanity,
it was totally deserted and
lacking any vitality except
for an old man who I heard
using profuse profanity
while living in a hatched hut
by himself without any formality,
this was his reality.
In between spitting out his bad words,
he said that the island was once
a thriving urbanity until a tribe of
head hunters of great brutality
murdered every islander creating
a mayhem of bloody mortality,
he ecaped from the pandemonium
while hiding in deep caverns near
an area of volcanity so not to
become another fatality,
praying to keep his mentality,
the lone survivor finally resurfaced,
after several years of living in mundanity,
his appearance was frightful with hollow
looking eyes and a beard sweeping the ground,
making him look as if a creature of inanity.
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