In Alcatraz, trapped, tortured
Raped, abused by those who should protect me
Incarcerated for a murder I didn't do
You want to, but you can't
Maybe you could, but you don't
Enslaved by the spirits roaming my cell
Desires are but distant dreams
And abstract are memories
The clock; the most torturous device
The "tic-toc" coming so slowly
As if the hands are frozen in time
And the pendulum slowing down
As I dreadfully approach death
Feeling the sunshine again...
It would get me killed
I'll watch the nightsky only when I die
Presences are continually following me
Watching my every step
Breathing on the back of my neck
Malnourished, ragged clothes, dirty
In a small cell; walls closing in
The waves crashing againt the outer walls
Signalling my near death
Telling me I'll just be one more ghost
Haunting prisoners of the prison on the island