I was no longer a free person. I had been captured by the monsters that held me inside.
You could say this small 11 by 7 square foot box could now be called home.
With every mistake I've made, the walls grow taller.
I look up and all I can see is red and blue.

I no longer have to opportunity to see whats beyond my grave.
These walls not only keep me hidden; they tell stories,
they speak to me and tell me what it's like on the outside,
where the flowers grow and the sun shines.
Where peoples laughter fills the air and their smiles can brighten up the room.

However, these are just tales of something; far beyond my reach.
It's disappointing to think I'll be here forever.
Watching these walls grow taller.