22 May 2012
I've been in here for months now, Just stewing, growing, sleeping.
Every day is always the same, Just thinking, learning, living.
I hope that one day I'll be free To see the outside world. My two eyes shining out will capture The pleasures I behold.
Theres always banging in the cell above Where I am now held captive. But maybe it's a good thing that Their drumming keeps them active...
I'm glad to have some neighbours really, I shouldn't have complaints. It's good to have hope the constant beat Is never going to change.
I dream that one day I'll be free To live outside this room. Its wet and sticky and pretty cramped, While I'm prisoner in this Womb...
Prisoner • Opuss № I