My Sweet Nightingale

The air is stale, the smell is mouldy. I looked around, nothing's change... nothing will change. I'm like trapped in a time warp where day mixes up with night. I've been here since forever. Forever is a sec in time. A sec which never passed. A sec in eternal loop.
I'm getting incoherent. What the fuck did I just said? Sorry. Who am I apologizing to? Am I talking to myself? When I talk to myself can others hear me?
My last memories of the outside is faint, yet I dreadfully holds on to it refusing to let it go. I was bound and gagged, threw and trapped in this room. Force to work 24 /7, my life is slowly sucked away from me. I was totally shut off from the outside world.
Oh! What wouldn't I give, just to see a glimsp of sunlight?
Then a miracle happens. Out of no where a magical little nightingale appears. And with it, a msg from a friend. I opened up the little roll of paper tied at its little leg.
Its reads "Yoz, hosay bo? Working again ah?"
I almost cried. My first contact with the outside world. I quickly scribble a msg back and sent the nightingale away.....
It has been months since I first met the little magical bird. Despite being trapped in this hell hole, My Sweet Nightingale carries msg for me to the outside world, spreading out my existance. In reality I'm a dead man. But on air, I'm still alive. Communitcating through my sweet nightingale.
Though sometimes that little bastard sends me coughs and cold. Or fucking just refuse to work, I couldn't complain. Its my only means of contacting the outside world.
They can trap me physically but my spirit will be free. Soaring in the air on My Sweet Nightingale (MSN).

(monotone is currently working 18 hours a day. His only life left is online. Please add him at monotone_sg@yahoo.com. He will be more than happy to talk to you. One day if he is not online, it means that he has finally broken free, or jus that the internet connection is down again)