It's a whole nother kinda of death sentence. William Blake wrote A Sentence Worse Than Death about his life after twenty six years of solitary confinement. He said that after listening to others in their cells go insane, raging ranting and, screaming vile vulgar things and cursing God, and that finally you join in. The one that stayed with me, was what he said about his first and last thought for the day. He said as his eyes opened, he'd think this place smell like ****, and the last thought of the day as he was falling to sleep was, man this place smell like ****.
I'd rather have death, and be done with it.