Parchman Prison

Built to last, hold bodies as a hole that runs

to infinity and back. Black gold never sold.

Time was never enough until time stops in here and you

are surrounded by selves without direction to go beyond

a state of  degeneration. Authorized penetration of  body, mind,

and soul. Nothing has ever been good to the person

behind your doors. Nothing comes out alive. A refuse that society

does not want back. A thing unlike other things. The bottom of a

swamp built beneath a swamp. You get what you want

except for freedom because it comes with a price. Your body, mind,

and soul. All that is glued together, the mind breaks from. All that the

mind breaks from is glued together. We stick together like glue. We fight

for breath. A taste of air. A taste of anything that does not remind us

of the years a judge wrote on paper, sealed our destiny, and shut us up here.