Words are Pounding inside my head
Though I’ve no idea what’s just been said
It’s so surreal I might be dead, I shake and sweat with fear
Twenty hours a day locked in this cell
And deafened by the dinner bell
They say they can relieve my hell, But I’m just to blind to hear
Medications that make you numb
Other patients stare and some poke fun
A psychotic nightmare I’ve become, no reason to smile or cheer
Opioids to ease the pain
How does that help, I’m just insane?
Taken back to my room again, And I only asked them for one beer.
It seems they don’t except requests
I must behave, well I do my best
But I’m living in a viper’s nest, as they wait to strike, they leer
Paranoia, schizophrenia, dementia and all
Just depends on which doctor they call
Cannot tell if it’s spring, summer or fall, As I can't get outside of here
Bars on a widow placed high on a wall
Too high to see out and altogether to small
It hardly let’s in any daylight at all, I don't know when nightfall draws near
No visits allowed but who'd come visit me?
I’ve really no friends and no family
I’ll die a statistic, that's all I will be, staring straight at the headlights like a deer.