Some new hunger-strike
Reasons all unknown
A personal vengeance
A matter of pride
Horrors all around
This place is the nightmare from which
We shall never escape,
Disgusted by this privation
And the lack of meaning
Leaving everything behind
Doesn't take so much
When everything is as
Painful as this, this
Abattoir, such solitude
And such tragedy...

Remaining aloof
Is so difficult
When you don't know
Why you have to
Open your eyes:
When unconsciousness
Is preferable
To everything
And when this
Disgrace, and
Is everything.