We all smiled at each other, prospective friends,
We hate each other, more than we can bear.
The darkness we've found in these halls has begun to transcend,
To rise up in ours souls as a sort of bile,
A cultured poison to carry with us.
I thought I loved those words, sprawled on pages,
Now they've become bars and locks,
Locking little inked cages.
They twist into chains,
Long branches in black and white picture frames.
The world is big, and I am small,
Within me is well-established fear,
I hope I make it out of here alive,
With my hands pinned to the desk,
I would like just to survive.