• i sat in my cell,
    where i now seem to dwell,
    thinking about things.
    to late for sorry,
    s**t!!!who needs sorry?!
    let the maggots eat me.
    no one comes by,
    as i start to cry,
    and i start to die of of hunger.
    the i get out of bed,
    remembering that cell dream of dread.

    X --deadly owl--X