I sit here in the dank darkness, And listen to the moans, Of my many fellow captives, Who long to see there homes. I let my mind wander back, In times when I could see, And feel the Sun's heart warming rays, Shining brightly down on me. My thoughts are suddenly shattered, As I hear a distant scream, Another captives life, Is going up in steam.

My body starts to tremble, Like a leaf on a tree. I wonder who will be next, I hope it isn't me. Maybe death would be better, Than living in this rat infested hole. Not only do they eat you, But they nibble at your soul. I wonder if I ever will be found, If I will ever see my home. Until that day, if it ever comes, I'll just sit and listen to the moans.