Faces pressed flat against glass windows
Ten men in a room for two
Censhorships stop here
No isolation; only detoxification
Abnormal relationships formed
In corners and on floors
Breathless- breeding and cramped on all fours
No view, no sense of time
It was a strange way to go
The ultimate excuse for fading away
Edging towards a child you may keep
Retreading the boards pretty young thing
You'll get your reward: permission to speak
A place to yourself, a garden with swings
Hand written cards donating to ease the burden
Where is my release?
Face up to them all
As they sway side to side
They put me on show
Disgust and rewinds
To take life away
Was life really there?
No sound must mean no
But what did you expect from talking to a brick wall?
I have to get out of this dead end which shatters change
Traditions in the dark; the anxiety of sitting down
The fear's taken hold already
