5.23.11

They can feel me

when I drift off

to sleep, they

hear me breathe

In the corners

the shadows

play around with

my head, dripping

tissue from bone

My family is here

They can hear

me think, plan

and disheartened

I've become in

all of this, life

between the

nightmares it is

Break me in two

and look within

The rot comes 

and goes but

the wounds ooze

eternally, drenched

in this plague, they

can feel me think

My family is here

in the corners of

this abandoned cell