Nitroglyserin
Elbows on knees
Face in hands
hair in wet and oily strands
Water dripping in a constant tap, tap, tap
on the cold cemented floor
dusty dark windows and a steel framed door
This destitude of solitude
with shadows dancing on the walls
and in the fainted echoes the night calls
a soul so strong but torn apart
the beating of a stone cold heart
who is this man with the dull brown eyes
who sees his pain and hears his cries
who is the silhouette in the wooden chair
what is the reason of his empty stare
This cold that is slowly creeping in
will freeze your blood and burn your skin.