I've wandered abandoned halls of medical facilities
A practice followed since confinement for proclivities
My feet drag, with no scuff marks on the floor, shuffle
With memories of life outside this place, in the muzzle
They'd left me without a word, hiding all machinations
Months of the mental silence and emotional starvation
I learned the cost of being me, as I faded into the gray
The incurred debt so great they ignored, I am betrayed
As I stare out from this room, down the halls, so cold
No more seeing the residents, children looked so old
Cloaked in an anti-suicide jacket, staring at the wall
Loud speakers speak, overnight staff has been called
No one shows, buildings are empty, rooms are dark
Last graffiti on the dry erase board, a message stark
There are no staff, this building is closed, get out
As I softly smile here I remain, and I've no doubt
So bring me my Thorazine, I'll rest for the night
Please make sure my restraints aren't too tight
As the mid sleep charlie horses have a kick
Drive home safely, see you again Monday
Bring me a Sunday newspaper, please?
“In a mad world, only the mad are sane.”
