This cell is dank and beckons souls,
My worries do not result to just me,
but of the inmates who surround,
who purge these walls with the same fate...as my own.
Can my struggle change the hearts of man?
The swelling pounds and swells,
I cannot speak, yet either can he...
or even the girl next to me.
Someone seals my fate for me,
I am pushed aside and generalized,
In the end I smile and descend to me fate,
I am such a good little boy,
in a playground of disgust.
I dodge in fear of being hit,
but my cell traps me..
I am crucified for the good of the cause... and "man".
In the end I am fulfilling the needs of the collective...
Long live me...long live the dream.
