Rotting away

 
Rotting away
 
 
I look through the bars of my cell.
I can’t see no way out.
It feels like I am in hell.
Trapped, stuck, for eternity.
 
Inside these walls, inside the bars.
These chains hold me tight.
I just can’t put up the fight.
Time ticks bye and moves on.
 
I sit here wondering why?
I find no answers.
I have no solutions.
Only question and doubts.
 
I crossed a line so they say.
But who are they?
They judged me for sure.
Sent me right here.
 
Here for all eternity.
Here to rot in thought.
Weights, got em. Lift em.
My mind is what is rotting.
 
Let me out of here.
Let me out of hell.
No more time.
To sit in hell.
 
Free me.
Free me.
Free me from hell.