Incarcerated

Jul 10, 2006 19:20

a Prison a Place in a Dormitory, alarms on locked doors with cameras above,
placid comformity obediance demanded, our strict schedules that we must abide,
Morning comes a needle that follows, a tasty mint with a dose we can't speak of,
Stand for two hours we wait for our meal before rinsing together side by side,

comes lunch and rest at last, i sleep for 4 hours and escape in my dream,
but i am awaken to find my duties waiting and the prison life routine.
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