The Rock

Concrete cells, Solid iron doors, Solitary confinement, Cold hard floors. Pitch blackness, No shred of light, Hardened criminals, Lose their fight. First night terrors, Blood curdling screams, No escape, From nightmarish dreams. Sleepless nights, Tedious days, Lowest of the low, Contemplate their ways. Cell doors slamming, Echoing off the walls, Horrendous memories, Now haunt these halls. Attempted escapes, Lost innocent lives, The history of Alcatraz, Is cold, but thrives.