The swirling blue
Of the wrist and the pen,
A last ditch attempt
To escape the bay

The emptiness beyond the reef
The calmness after the storm
With whirling colours, electrifying
Deep down under

Electricity
She longs for the spark

Depth
She longs for the deep

Colours
She longs for life

But stuck on this island
With the storm, with the
Menace. Can she escape?
It's coming.

It's pretty obvious but it has a hidden message.

So yeah. I'm bored.

Cya next time I can be bothered to do something actually good.