Let me describe my wasted life....
Watch me locked in this rotting shell,
I'm caged up like a rabid beast,
I'm in the waiting room to hell,
There's the stench of despair and mould;
That will linger throughout the air,
I smell it on my ragged clothes,
I feel it in my matted hair,
The guy next to me keeps crying;
And with deep regret he prays,
He pleads desperatly for freedom,
I hear him every night and day,
My view is somewhat restricted,
To these steel bars and grey concrete,
The bitter cold bites on my skin;
And creates iceblocks on my feet,
Depression took over my mind,
And has damaged me deep inside,
The only escape I can see
Is by commiting suicide,
All my own lifetime ambitions
Are broken with my hopes and dreams,
I now suffer with sleepless nights,
I'm awoken by grown mens screams,
Every single day that passes,
I get faced with endless battles,
I'm just a shameful existance,
Like an infants deathly rattle,
What if I am that deadly beast
That should be locked up in this cage?
I deserve to be stuck in here....
Until my final days.