TOPIC: I was told by my teacher...

The Cold Cell Block

An eagle feasting on a man
Yet torture merely began
Bound to the wall and left to die
The causes of one single lie
Ideas of the crooked one;
who claims to be the chosen one
Whose beard stretched wide apart
Distinguishing his pride

His family was sent to hell
Where they were doomed to dwell
While they awaited his return;
immediately they would learn;
that they were not in his concern
Their souls flew high into the skies
Leaving behind their vile cries

He only wanted to escape
He shouted with his mouth agape;
resembling to a raging ape
Frozen in his own imagination
Enhancing his desperate starvation
Transformed into nothing but frustration
Caught in perpetual deprivation

When fellow inmates lay in beds
Insomnia begins to spread
The mind takes over from here on
Bringing down the fearsome and strong
Even imagination can be suppressed in captivation
Which leaves no time for adaptation
To the cruel machinations
Which for him are fascinations

All you can do now is to dance on the cold cell-block
Eventually your heart will stop and
you will die of shock