All aboard Jostled, bound, by tongue and teeth, Lay restless under foot; Those heavy boots of leaded steel, Seem lighter than they should. No soul to enter, through the gates, As she leaves every step, without shoes; Relentless banging inside this cage, Reminds me of what I should do. Corrupted life, of less than who, This chariot should hold; A wavered sense of longing for, Who everyone else has sold. Deafened by these silent thoughts, The shadows looming, blamed; For breaking me you fucking ****s And leaving me cloaked in your shame. A surface of sterile perfection, No human touch, to twist this heart; In fact the loneliness seems so usual, It has been with me, right from the start.