Prison

All we have is four walls
They’re talking
Saying that one man can make a difference.

Who is that man? I asked the four walls.
They were whispering all night long, about the extraordinairy man

Telling me he’s brilliant, he’s the man who can let the four walls live, talk and drink blood.  He’s the one who can make them go away.

Let me breathe, stop the slaughter.
It’s impossible.
You can’t stop yourself without talking to the four walls.