Undone By Gps

I stand in a corner with a flickering soul reminiscent of a sentinel standing apt in a full armor suit, now rusting at the seams, Like an abandoned lighthouse on a deserted isle with a whirling glowing eye scouring the choppy water for the lost souls amid gathering fog and a foreboding storm. No sirens of the sea have sung in recent times to lure those lost at sea to their rocky coast.