THE SUICIDE CELL by prisoner garry david
THE SUICIDE CELL
Everybody's here but im all alone - In this lonely haunted cell.
With only the souls of those long gone - On a one way trip to hell.
I hear the devil unlock my door - It's the screw calling out my name.
He said- 'son, your time has come - To get your daily ration of pain'.
They come in with there batons out - To break my skin and bones.
They tell me that my soul is damned - My body they now own.
They swear to break my spirit and - Beat defiance down.
And there is no god in satan's hell - Who can help me now.
It's dark, but night has not yet fallen - The barred window is painted black.
Outside i hear the wind is calling' - To the souls who will never come back.
I can see blood splattered on the walls - Did they take long to die?
For this prison cell is a private hell -For all those who suicide.
They come to visit now and then -These restless spirits of men.
A few i have come to no by name - And they are my only friends.
They tell me that this cell has been - A one way street dead end.
For those who enter cannot leave -The same way they came in.
In blood i count the days and nights - As time passes slowly by.
And each day i wonder when the hour - Will come for me to die.
God knows, i do not want to give - The screws there victory.
But it's hard to survive - When the odds do not favor me.
I turn to look at restless men - Who throw no shadows on the wall.
How long can i stand all alone - Before i must tire and fall?
But they have no answers, no reprieve - Just sad empty vacant eyes.
I guess someone will change the score - To the number of suicides.
The suicide cell - Has canvas mats on the floor.
You got no clothes - It's as cold as the blood on the walls.
The suicide cell - Could be your final resting place.
And after your gone - They forget your name and face.
copyright robert david
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