Locked in the unconscious.

The bars stained crimson,
The floor sticky, unpleasant,
I lie in the corner,
Not contemplating the present.

The air is thick and heavy,
The heat unbearable,
I cry silently,
And wish for fresh air.

I'm alone for now,
And tired,
I can hardly keep my eyes open,
But I dare not sleep.

My hands are bound behind me,
My legs tied underneath me,
I'm hot but I'm cold,
I'm so hungry.

I've lost all sense of time,
No clue as to where I am,
I can't see beyond the bars,
Surrounded by nothing.

No escape possible,
No thoughts as to how,
I need to be free,
And yet I lie here and die...