Here I am Sitting in the corner of this prison cell Wondering what time is it already? For I don't have a clue I haven't heard the tick of a clock for so long Nor I haven't seen one. How many years has it been? I couldn't recall For the moment I came here, I lost my sanity. Fiery— I have found the exact word to define this prison cell. I am drowning in my own sweat If I had a pail with me, it would overflow Like an empty cup being filled to brim. "How did I end up here?" A question I couldn't find an answer to. I badly want to know, But I couldn't do so For I am too caught up with my anger. Aha, anger! I stand up feeling daze I stroke my heart, This is where the flames are coming from! The answer, It has been with me all along. I am my own prison cell. The only way out of here is to actually— Free myself from the scorch that is inside of me For anger is a prison.