Fall into oblivion
The halls of my dispain.
See the doorway on the right
I'm locked away in there.
No people come to visit me
or come to show me love.
The walls are closing in on me
The celing from above.
Yet in the twilight morning
a visitor did come.
He warmed my spirit with a smile
My body with some rum.
We talked untill the midnight hour
And then he wished me well.
He made my cell into a home
No longer living hell.