Fishing in the grass

So very cold in here
Dank and dark, calm
Can shift, cannot steer
Smell of sweat, stale air
Cold feet, sticky bed
Itchy, flaky, feeling gray
Tepid skin, messy head
Have to go, have to run
Escape and leave this hell
That I created, told them to leave
All alone, locked up in my cell

Outside, Surrounded by sounds
The world spins by
Leaves me behind, breathless
Too many lights overtake the sky
So many distant voices
Crowding my ears, my mind
Feel numb and dead inside
Longing to be surrounded by my own kind
Don't know who they are
Feel so alien, so lost