:+:Night:+:
The smell of death,
Feeling there is nothin left.
Hear the screams and crys,
Feeling helpless as a loved one dies.
The air is filled with pain and sorrow,
People wonder if they'll live to see tomorrow.
The guards keep their distance if you have lice,
And if you steal you'll have to pay the price.
They'll point the gun towards your head,
Then pull the trigger, BOOM! Your dead.