• Sitting in a cold damp room with no warmth
    to keep me war seeing my breath very clearly
    listening to the crows maoking me
    waiting for me to die
    asking myself why i am i here
    how will i get out
    wanting to talk to some one but can't
    having my mouth sewn shout
    laying there wonder wht is going to happen to me

    Deirdre Mathews