Gray drab skybox,

Shrouded in a clamshell,

Monotony, precious time wasted,

No escaping this cell.

Brave endeavors and heroes, wonders galore,

Stories of living a world with a dream, a life,

A child’s hope to break the shackles,

A hopeless faith to break free, away, alive.

Unchangingness, a coffin of despair, darkness,

Always looming, prowling, sniffing for weakness.

A torrent of sludge, overbearing, overwhelming,

To succumb to this life is a fate worse than death.

Through all this pain, suffering, hell, I wish to feel,

What has always eluded those here, those jaded years.

No matter the blood, sweat, and tears, all just to feel,

Alive, alive, alive.