Anyone Else An Informant

My bleary eyes delicately opened to the view Of the cold, hard, unapologetic grey wall. I’m in jail? Now the meet and greet. “Hey, is anyone else here a paedophile screwball?” My black eyes opened to view the white, concrete walls, Still cold, still hostile with no care. Still in jail? Maybe a new cell. “So, who else is an informant here?” I proudly declare. My broken body quietly wakes up to breathe The healthy air these insane walls offer. This jail is social, “Anyone here also rape an old pensioner?” I ask a murdering offender. My eyes, my bones, my body lay there and didn’t wake up, Inside this death trap of a room. I held on as long as I could, an innocent man in an innocent body, With a death wish visit, before it met its doom.