513 323 –
That is the number that blackens my skin
and robs me of my liberty.
I struggle through the walking corpses,
smothered by a rotting stench
that would even make a devil proud.

Like my dignity and pride on swift wings
so the defiance has left my eyes…
Everyone that steps foot in here dies
and so our shoulders slump
and our heads hang
because what are we? –
A number: 513 323

Herded – naked – into the showers.
The rusted grating of a panel opening above us.
We glance towards the heavens.
A masked man.
I can’t breathe!
I can’t breathe –
I c-can’t –
I –
I –
–

They say that ignorance is bliss –
but if there is a god…he will have to beg My forgiveness
for being ignorant of this.
he will have to explain to Me
why he allowed My arm to read:
513 323.