First days were full of dread
Blurred sight, weeps in bed
''Hush, keep your knowledge in silence
If you wanna live, deal with acquiescence.''
They have bought my innocence
In exchange for inhuman sentence
Wouldn't be enough earning tornment?
To prove how much I repent.
Isolation in these corners is my weakness
With the abuse of power I long witness
Cold midnight breeze keep me awake
Weighing ideas on how could I escape.
There's an urge on behind's murmur
A rope will make sufferings lesser
Screams, agony, helpless sorrow
But I owe Him the brevity I borrow.
Drew lines for each day, I list
Could you count them all if I have missed?
Should I still expect on a release
Or cover walls with lines 'til I deceased?
