With its cold stone walls of mist and mildew
It knows the fears and pains of man
A demon of destruction to those who stay
Only the worst of humanity reside there
To remain for their tortured times
They see no real world for theirs is a cell
At times life pokes through, only to dissolve
The heart will never be free, nor the soul
Death is good to those it claims
For it removes them from their agony
And sentences them to the wrath of God
Alcatraz is a monument to deviate love
And to remain would only bring demise