PRISON!!
Prison!!
I don’t know where my life’s heading,
There’s no path ahead, no hope,
Only an ocean full of solitude and darkness.
For all the sins that I’ve committed,
There’s no cure, no repair.
Sitting in a six by six room,
As, clutching my forehead, I sit,
I feel I’ve let down my own self.
But there’s no point feeling guilty now,
There’s no use begging for mercy now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
I am really feeling homesick now,
I am missing my wife and daughter,
Why did I, in the first place, steal and slaughter,
Men, women and innocent children.
I have, in the past, been tergiversate,
That resulted in plenty of enemies and foes,
To add to my list of existing woes.
It has left me tattered and devastated,
So I had to take these extreme steps.
But there’s no point feeling guilty now,
There’s no use begging for mercy now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
Sometimes I imagine my old buddies,
Waiting for me outside the premises.
They’ll forgive me, I know.
I am missing my group, I really am.
I wish I had one last chance,
To chat with them; To laugh with them.
Just for a moment, a second,
But one that I’ll never forget.
But there’s no point feeling guilty now,
There’s no use begging for my release now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
My inmates here are brutal dogs,
Savage mongrels they really are.
Life of celibacy has made them really frustrated,
And some of them have even turned gay.
They like expressing their frustration,
On a new inmate like me.
I can see their sadistic pleasure,
As they continue to exploit and abuse guys like me.
I should have tried to entrench myself,
In a stable job; a career.
It would have surely prevented my life,
From ending in such a trench.
But there’s no point repenting now,
There’s no use begging for mercy now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
I don’t know where my life’s heading,
There’s no path ahead, no hope,
Only an ocean full of solitude and darkness.
Daily, for more than an hour,
We have to stay queued,
For obtaining just a morsel of food,
That is both inedible and crude.
Countless swears that I must have muttered under my breath,
Only thing that would relieve me from this pain is death.
I am missing every pleasant memory,
That is soon going to be a part of history.
Sins of the past continue to haunt me,
My life continues to taunt me.
My misery has become an integral part of me,
But deep inside, I still hope to be free.
There’s no point feeling guilty now,
There’s no use hoping for my release now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
I don’t know where my life’s heading,
There’s no path ahead, no hope,
Only an ocean full of solitude and darkness.
For all the sins that I’ve committed,
There’s no cure, no repair.
Sitting in a six by six room,
As, clutching my forehead, I sit,
I feel I’ve let down my own self.
But there’s no point feeling guilty now,
There’s no use begging for mercy now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
I am really feeling homesick now,
I am missing my wife and daughter,
Why did I, in the first place, steal and slaughter,
Men, women and innocent children.
I have, in the past, been tergiversate,
That resulted in plenty of enemies and foes,
To add to my list of existing woes.
It has left me tattered and devastated,
So I had to take these extreme steps.
But there’s no point feeling guilty now,
There’s no use begging for mercy now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
Sometimes I imagine my old buddies,
Waiting for me outside the premises.
They’ll forgive me, I know.
I am missing my group, I really am.
I wish I had one last chance,
To chat with them; To laugh with them.
Just for a moment, a second,
But one that I’ll never forget.
But there’s no point feeling guilty now,
There’s no use begging for my release now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
My inmates here are brutal dogs,
Savage mongrels they really are.
Life of celibacy has made them really frustrated,
And some of them have even turned gay.
They like expressing their frustration,
On a new inmate like me.
I can see their sadistic pleasure,
As they continue to exploit and abuse guys like me.
I should have tried to entrench myself,
In a stable job; a career.
It would have surely prevented my life,
From ending in such a trench.
But there’s no point repenting now,
There’s no use begging for mercy now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
I don’t know where my life’s heading,
There’s no path ahead, no hope,
Only an ocean full of solitude and darkness.
Daily, for more than an hour,
We have to stay queued,
For obtaining just a morsel of food,
That is both inedible and crude.
Countless swears that I must have muttered under my breath,
Only thing that would relieve me from this pain is death.
I am missing every pleasant memory,
That is soon going to be a part of history.
Sins of the past continue to haunt me,
My life continues to taunt me.
My misery has become an integral part of me,
But deep inside, I still hope to be free.
There’s no point feeling guilty now,
There’s no use hoping for my release now.
I have to stay here for life,
Yeah, there’s no place worse than prison….
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