Hook in mouth, reeling you in
To a den of debauchery and sin
Sensational pain with infatuation
Anticipating permanent vacation
Letters to home, sent from hell
A closed off forgotten prison cell
No staff in sight to help take care
And hunger pains are hard to bare
Six inch nails and rotten sores
Dehydration is what's in store
Paper blankets to keep you warm
Segregation will help reform
A world inside so cold and bleak
Haven't showered in many weeks
Dinners consist of bugs and mice
Welcome to your paradise
Hopeless cries all night and day
No help in sight, just soul decay
Victimless crimes lead to echoes below
Will the truth ever be exposed?
Copyright 2014 © Stephen Gedney
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