335th Post

In my hazy state.

Slumped in a corner of my prison cell.

Day and night.
Hours and minutes.
I can no longer differentiate.

In my silent prison cell.
Blood brought forth by coughing and cutting.
Were my ink for the writings and drawings on the wall.

The only things i can do to pass the time.
For i am a prisoner on death row.

Just waiting for the day death comes to pick me up.
And that my soul can finally depart this prison.
And into hell.

I am so tired of every damn thing.

Anger and hate.
Burns as bright as the day.

Will i ever find what i seek?