Last Quarter of 2016

I believe these walls have ears.
They could even hear me thinking.
They could also see through my eyes,
and know when I'm blinking.
I have to leave this place!
Nor do I want to be a rat in this race.
My days go astray,
Mangué!
Could one make a blessed bed in hell?
Well then,
A good soul could make it through purgatory,
Without any worries,
And go somewhere else
Besides hell...

-Inmate 016