The halls and the endless, filled with souls
Which have already lost their goals
Each cell crammed with misery and hate
Fighting to improve their terrible fate

People condemn them to years of anger and spell
And the bars can put them in a psychological Hell?
Yet through all this suffering, pain sorrow and insanity
People come to realization and acceptance of their fate

Screams and cries pierce the silence
Yelping for Mercy and justice
Whispers break the calm of the guilty
Seeking happiness and a second chance

To let go could be so easy
With the help of a knife
Then their wrists would tell stories
Of problems in their lives