A criminal in his cell. With a T.V and radio, what the hell? Three meals a day A library down the hall, A fully kitted gym Even football. Enough to keep him going untill his thoughts get too much, Can't express his fellings Craves that human touch. He's lost in his memories but forgets her laugh, No letters, no visits two years down a different path. Outside world still spinning. With no asspirations, There is no more winning. Despair kicks in he loses hope. He ends his life alone, with a makeshift rope. He swings lifeless in his cell. With a T.V and radio. What the Hell!