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This anger continues to pour right out of me

What I wish for most in life is to be free

I need someone to save me from this hell

This hell they call a prison cell

I didn't even do the crime

but still I'm forced to do the time

I don't know what is becoming of me

I think I'm going crazy

Maybe I'm finally dying

I can still hear her crying

The pain in her eyes...

Have I gone mad?

Some say I have

I guess That's why I'm here

My cell,

It's strange to me,

The walls are not of cold, depressing cement,

But of soft, yellow cushion,

I think I have gone mad

Did I kill her?

I am no longer sure

Am i even alive?

For all I know I could be dead

To rest upon that cold, dark bed

and never see the light again

never loving

never end

To wait upon her return

For what I did

In hell, i shall burn

But did I do it?

I am not sure...

Why would I?

Or was it her?

I cannot say

So, at least for today,

I killed my lover