Listening to the water drip from the pipes
In a cold room with nothing
It is so quiet
I can hear the walls breathing

I hear a moan
But it does not scare me
Nothing is shown
I could care less what it could be

They locked me up and threw away the key
Nothing to do in here
They left me all alone
Just let me be

I reach out to touch the wall
Nothing but scratches
More moaning down the hall
Blood...

Will they come for me?
Who knows?
We'll just wait and see
I Drift off into a doze

.......*dies*

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