I am here, with no way out.
A place that’s hidden, without a doubt.
No hope for rescue, and no chance for escape.
Will this be my final resting place?
No way to tell whether its night or day.
Darkness and silence are all that stay.
What goes through my mind is all I have,
Left with the memories of a dead mom and dad.
Worse than the loneliness of my dark quiet cell,
Are the memories of the loneliness I remember too well,
And the childhood I spent with no love and no home.
This cell soon becomes the escape from my passed,
And now this vacant cell seems bright, and vast.