Alright...here goes nothin, this is my first topical...its about goin insane in solitary confinement




Stone gray walls, the stench of stale sweat in the air
Trapped in the depths of America’s evil government lair
Stay strong and do not falter, don’t you dare surrender
One day you’ll be out this hell, seen in all of ya splendor
But the weeks turned to months, and the months into years
And it was clear no one on earth gave a fuck about ya tears
Left in that fuckin room all alone with ya thoughts
If we a peek inside ya mind we’re sure to be distraught
A deteriorated soul hugged by pain and distress
Bonded by the walls of solitary without chance to digress


The first days are the worst, time is a mystery
Chalk markings on the wall to keep tabs on history
The seconds last eternally as if life is at a halt
You’re the Quazimodo inmate, locked up in a vault
22 hours at a time without human interaction
No mind stimulation to create a brain distraction
They want all of your focus on the Hell ya trapped in
It’s all a psychologic plot…that’s where insanity begins
You start to twitch a lil bit because the room is so small
Claustrophobia develops, you feel trapped by the walls
The room’s darkness colors your soul, it crayola’s ya essence
Left with very little light, equal to the moon’s crescent
You try to sleep all of the day, but you can’t close ya eyes
Because your sent to hell in dreams, and your ready to die
You scream with all ya might until ya lungs collapse
Hopin someone’ll pity you…maybe a little perhaps
Now a month has elapsed, your brain’s no longer in tact
Now you wanna grab a gat and put a cap in ya back
You never thought that you’d be broken, not in this lifetime
Now you insane hardly copin…..hopin for a lifeline