Always Damp
In Azkaban the cells are always damp
You see no windows to let in rain
No Muggle plumping, no water down the drain
But the air is full of water from the tears
Your head is cold and clammy from your fears
You know you want to die from all the pain
You need something besides the misery's reign
The sadness soaks you through and never leaves
Your sanity, which is lost, forever grieves
You live to die the day when all is lost
Your lifeless body lying, cold as frost.