Afternoon

 In all the jails did,
The boys battle themselves,
To dig up a six feet grave,
Holding on for the cemetery's sake.
Though they'd ecstatically leap,
In afternoons of bliss,
Yet long for their escape, (death)
The prison boys can't break.
After all what contrasts,
The prison for hell,
And the afternoons of bliss,
For foes like this?
So in all the jails did,
The prison boys dig,
Graves for them own selves,
In the prison a cemetery dwells.