A prisoner sits waiting in a small damp cell, with nothing but darkness and rats fro company.
His heart is cold, with nothing left inside.
He has committed no crime, yet must pay for someone else's actions.
He waits for death to come and take him, who he shall welcome with all his empty heart.
His heart is cold, with nothing left inside.
He has committed no crime, yet must pay for someone else's actions.
He waits for death to come and take him, who he shall welcome with all his empty heart.
