Castaway Poem by Saint Cynosure

Peaceful and serene it is,
seems I'm the only one.
Dark and morbid is the night,
after burnt the golden sun.
Birds allowed but only few,
their songs of love I hear.
Never again to see a face,
as filled me full of fear.
Jokes are not made of this thing,
I have found myself within.
Keeping tracks of weeks is hard,
as every day begins.
Dreaming of the warmth of souls,
cause everyman needs friends.
I've found myself a castaway,
this islands only skin.