Most all the thoughts leave my skull,
Most all my senses begin to dull.
The endless days locked in my cell,
Start to make my life a living hell.
All my feelings slowly turn to rage,
Like an animal, I'm put in a cage.
To many times I've asked, "Is this my fate?"
The only answer I get is my self hate.
The demons I keep locked inside my head,
Thirst for yet more blood to shed.
In this place of simple stone and steel,
The pain inside my mind can never heal.
It looks as tho my skin is dieing,
As tho my very heart is crying.
All my eyes have left is this blank stare,
People have told me that they just don't care.
This place will soon take its toll,
I guess I should have never sold my soul.
