Seven feet high five across infinite room

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Seven Feet High.
Five Feet Across.
Infinite Room To Die.
The Walls Will Keep You Safe From The Others
The Almighty Warden Claims.
But Am I Afraid Of The Others?
Prisoners May Be Able To Contort Me, But
Prisoners Can-‘t Fill My Soul With Pains.
Prisoners Can-‘t Crush My Heart With Chains.
Why Are Prisoners So Silent When The Lights Fade, You Ask?
Isolation
Isolation That Prickles Your Neck At Night
Isolation That Makes The Darkness Bite.
Screaming Bounces Off Of The Impenetrable Walls Of Isolation,
And It Hits You.
Echoes Haunt Your Head
And The Memories Of Not Wanting To Feel Dead,
Disappear.
The Bars
And The Walls
And The Dark
Erode Your Life.
How Can You Escape?
There Is Only
One
Way
Out
And It Satisfies The Walls
The Grim Reaper Holds The Ticket
His Ticket Leads Out Of The Bars
And Into The Bright
Into The Light
Pit Of Eternity.
The Stone Walls Seem Dreadfully Close Tonight
And This Rope Around My Neck Feels Tight
This Cold Loneliness, My Heart Is Full Of It.
And I Think I See The Reaper With My Ticket