White walls make up my cube
Clear liquid flows through my tube
White pills forced down my throat
Makes me numb, makes me float

White walls turn to blank canvases
Stared at by motionless carcasses
Men in white coats herd them like sheep
To their rooms where they’re forced to sleep

No rest for the weary
Though the pills they shoved make me dreary
The white walls turn to beautiful paintings
My perceptions are my only escape

Dreams of life before my break
Faded hallucinations keep me awake
Splattered on the white walls
An innocent child plays with a ball
An African landscape where a lion crawls
An angel falls
My family calls

The lights stay on
A constant dawn
No rest for the weary