This place
I never thought,
That I would come
to this place,
A place of hell.
It is different
from any other place.
The burned out grass,
The wires above the wall.
Why am I so cruel to this place?
I mean,
I live in this prison.
It is a place that,
always takes the tiniest, smallest bit of life
A life of happiness.
But I can’t blame for this treatment.
I mean, I did take five peoples lives,
I did blow up a bus.
I did kidnapped a child.
Well I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on this place,
since it is the only home I actually had in,
How long?
My entire life.
This prison cell is the best home,
My only home…
It’s sad,
Because tomorrow I will leave this cell…
I will leave this world.
