I sit here in the near-dark...
Light spilling through window...
Striped through bars,
I hear no cars.
Someone's weeping,
Tears are seeping
Through my dress.
Days old.
Still white.
Stone cold.
Death as night.
There's a hole
In the wall.
A piece of coal...
In my heart.
I will never have a new start.
I will sit here,
Springs pressing...
Throught the bed,
Eyes messing...
With my head.

Puddles of red...
my life is dead.