Neon-Sparkle

They call me crazy. I beg to differ.  I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding.  So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell.  Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me.  I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay.  No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor.  I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring