The chill of the cold bare room
A bench for a bed
No blanket to keep me warm
I try to rest my tired head

the darkness from the world outside through the double square pained glass
The ever lasting night
Cold the room is the constant glare of the light shining bright
Voisces I hear the shouting get me out of here
The slamming of the steel door

The constant chill the basic toilet calling to me to wee in in the thought of some ome glarein watching me starin the feeling of neglect the dirt on the walls the graffiti left by the others that have been within the room before the hatch opens a face appears
Are you allright go to sleep you have along night

The endless chill of the night air
This endless room i can not bare the pain the solitude the isolation for am the only one in the room
Locked away with out the key

Waiting for the morning to come so I can be free and have some fun