I stare at the ceiling; alone in my bed Listening to the worms inside my head Biting, chewing, robbing me of my thoughts I'm losing the battle without having fought The door bursts open and in they walk The doctor and the nurse who never talk Wish I were elsewhere, wish I could faint But I've been sentenced, must face the taint In goes the needle, pumping the drugs Supposed to rid me of my bugs The familiar buzzing, numbing of the brain Delaying the return of the raging train Try to scream,try to protest Comes out as an drooling babble at best My body's control no longer mine Slave of the pills, puppet of time My straight jacket, forever ensnaring me Final grip upon reality Like the medication tray who rolls away In my prison, my hell; just another day..
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