i am captive her
e.
it seems its
always been that way.
6 years of my life behind these old
, rusty, bars.
nothing to listen to but the chatter of the
rats,
and the small distant sounds o
f insects,
that make haste, along these cold
, solid, walls.
it is so dark here
the drafty corridors
that run outside my cell
only offer a cold wind
, that attributes to
this sick disease
that i suffer from.
and the escaping moans
of my rotting companions
does not comfort me, in my days of diein
g solitude.
and this is where i live.
and this
is where i rot.
and this is where i
die.
t h i s
i s
l :
tHE : :
slave!teklordz