guantanamo

I built a prison for death
It said:“ I was here before, you can’t hold me back.“
I lay desert sand around the hopeless isle
„No gnarshing sound when I come around.“ remarked the bonesome pile
Every window in my home I make a mirror prism
„I love your optimistic pessimism.“ laughed the blackness iridescent
So lay the tower now to rest, all your empires I do best.