Flame on the candle
Reflection mirroring on the floor at a different angle
After the medicine Rankle
On a night of tranquil
Patients quiver like the flame on a candle
As the brain is in constant battle
Disperse the execrable foreign chemial
Cries the soul of a person’s skeletal
Hard at work is the cerebral
Four hours patients feel like life is unbearable
Until the humane kills the foreign chemical
To the psychiatrists and their patients and the patients [only the one's who care] I have felt the horror of medicine so all those labelled with a mental illness I wish you well and please don't end your life cause some people do care.