Gloomy weather 

Looking outside the window with my cat 

Just to see the pouring rain 

On the broken stool where I sat 

I’ve been here too long with the gnats 

Sitting here has caused me my pain 

No one to talk to, no one to chat 

I cannot hear anything, not even a drop of a hat 

Leaving this hell would be my dream, but I must refrain 

My heart would ache if I had to face my dear friend Matt. 

I have been here ever since my tires went flat. 

Drove so fast for the thrill; there was nothing to lose and nothing to gain. 

Thought I was being careful enough and staying in my lane until the car went splat— 

When I first saw the wreck, I knew the police thought I was just a brat 

But when I saw my friend, I knew his death was in vain 

Matt was lifeless on the floor and was stiff as a mat. 

My time in this prison has not been that fat 

But it made me realize how I was such a stain 

I can’t feel anything except chewing from the rats 

He poison to kill me was hanging right above me, hanging from a vat.