Padded Cell Room

In a world left inside

This room is keeping

Keeping from myself

And if I move

No, I can’t move.

Hear the sounds in here,

in this padded cell

Hear the echoes of

The ones that have left that in here.-

Aisle 430321

Walking on a trip

Leaving only our sanity,

Come,

Come with me,

I’m here without nothing

With your hand, I can’t be afraid

Of anything.

If I can stop running,

May you-

No, I’m not running

I’m crawling, I’m laughing,

And I hear those screams

And all these misshapen children

Praying to their mother

All I want is to get asleep.

Electro shock

Love

Death

My

Goodness

Sleep

Dream

Being

Those

Live

Die.