Thoughts of a Prisoner

Rays of moon are no longer a light To me, it reminds for what I was bright For me it feel the worst of all my banish At least my bars treat me well - not as me rubbish. How I went through the backdoors of huge mansions at nights Oh god, I looked inside!, is what I recall from this lights Although they say it is full days, that I am deserved to be punished Truth is this night with the moon in that sky - which really makes me vanished. Although I tested my skills ,with the men who had more cash to move I never thought to hurt, the lambs who try the everyday mooch So why every nights? , you hunt me with your virgin troop Oh..Artemis! Let me rest with my eyes shut down - so no more rays go through