Prisons are like coffins 

Each piece of damning evidence is another nail Your blood at the scene of the crimeBoomYour prints on the murder weapon BoomYour lack of an alibi BoomYour previous rap sheetYour face in the security camera Your relationship with the victim Boom Boom Boom Prisons are like a coffin The last nail falls, your fate is sealed Your death spelled out in a serial number 24601 Jean ValjeanYour future nothing but a life sentence Or is it death since the rest of your life will be spent there The coffin is closedThe viewing overFamily hour doneAnd you?Your six feet in over your headWith nothing to show for itExcept the tick marks carved into the wall 1234...