Island Of Lost Immortal Souls Poem by Jamal Brown

Dark, depressing, lonely, deep.

A winter's cold until hell's lava begins

To leak.

Souls wandering here and there.

Death lurking everywhere.

The nights are hot and the days are cold,

Here on the island of lost immortal souls.

On this island you have no friends.

Your only companion is the wind.

The only positive thing is that time doesn't exist, so you can't get old,

Here on the island of lost immortal souls.

This is my utopia of hell.

A demon's home. A satanic realm.

Kill and be killed. Steal and

Be stolen.

Doesn't matter to me, my life

Is already broken.

Torn, ripped, shredded. To walk this place

You must be bold. So come on.

You must arrive alone,

Here on the island of lost Immortal souls.