Sitting in a cold dank cell
Living in this place of hell,
Shivering listening to bells
That sounds out my death knell,
And the fear I can’t quell
Though I scream and I yell,
I am scared or can’t you tell
It’s a feeling I know so well,
Because of drugs and booze I fell
Now in a theatre of nightmares I dwell,
My soul every day I sell,
To ease my addiction that creates this cell
That resides within my own personal hell.