Dried blood on my back and in the creases of my eyes
The medical techs claimed these meds would help, lied
I came into the room, formed into a circle, I'm broken
They applied restraints, across my mouth and four limbs
The flesh was my own, applied when born or fallen off
I'd nothing to offer but a broken mind, then removed
The world outside of my own is a final, toxic reality
With nothing at all that I can do to change a world
Now they want me to pay, for the inconvenience
Offered up to be slain I am open to that thought
Life itself is good, hard, the future wrought
With no pain, nor tears and nothing more
I've no hope left nor dreams, I'm torn
If I knew better, I'd just fade away
Hoping for less pain for others
Let me sleep for now, I pray
Just let me be the stain
