Dissatisfaction an empty abyss Deep in now a well known limb Hope severed, intangible, a ghost Screaming without a sound Bleeding without a wound And these strings fatuously tuned. Inebriate and stumbling through an ocean of nobodies, all together, unseen Without a purpose, an insect Abiding another nobodies law, Rebellion restricted by a Metropolitan claw Steel bars in my own conscience Dreaming the escape, yet alone Soaring through time Captivation doesn't last A welcome blessing and an unintentional curse, yet alone and innocence is now grown