As the morning sun rays shine through the cold cell I gasp for air. I look around the space with nothing but the steel chains grasping onto my limbs. Hearing but a faint sound of voices from a far I crawl closer to as much as the chains let me move. The voices soon fade away and I am left to wilt away into dust and vanish from this world. From my perspective of this cruel world that I struggled to fight against ... it just a fight you'll never win. Or maybe I'm just not trying anymore. So many emotions run through me like a hurricane from some reason I can't find myself. Wiping away a single tear all I can think is that's the only dew of liquid I'll ever get. For the time being death seems like the only choice for me. And that is something that I still can't accept.
