Prison walls of stone, no light to be shown. Guarded cracks of cube, no time to be confused. Desperate waits let alone, Time will only feel of drone. Cursive write awaits, Let it set to gain its dust, there it will be more as much. Nothing of occupy sad to let some dreams go bye. Waited upon darkness, waited upon day, your life is passing away. Mental deception and all of its anticipant’s bleeds, but all your hopes and dreams have went to poverty. When there is no light to be shown, prison walls wait alone.