Deathrow

Guess where I am, I am meeting some of mine Or maybe not mine, There is something About this place: Stinking sense of surety I had never known till I hopped in. Since last week There is nothing, Death, is the surety. Mother I do not want to die now, What the hell, I walked in and bang My system is disturbed, I am gasping for breath: Something is wrong, this cough Is coming my way, slowly. From deep inside of me? From far outside this room, In minutes, they are Clutching at this skeleton in clothes, It seems not to care where it goes, It looks such, damn, it cares: In minutes, comes another, Is this where we come? Am I on death row? This beautiful lady sitting next Whispers to her child, she has one, I ain't got nothing?I am on death row!