A Confinement of Life

Like a slow torture,
Each heartbeat,
Each breath expelled
Pulls us closer to the disintergration
    of hope;
The only indication of life
Is slashing its way to get out
But stuck still
Beneath the prison of the flesh,
Encumbered with the delusion
That the chance is just waiting to be
    met.
Outside of this facade,
Just skirting the fringes of our
    dreams,
Laughs our souls' desire,
Taunting,
Daring us to truly live.