Aimlessly wandering

Why is there wandering?

Plans were evicted or killed

Must negotiate upcoming danger

Through a forest of villainous eyes

All offering help – into an early grave

Purposeful squeaky gurney

Rolling on medicated grounds

Why all the restraints?

Who gives a damn what day is it?

Those cuts weren’t all that deep

No meds – they’re vile poison

Stable is a crippled brain

Numb, weak and stupid

Delivered by a bastard syringe

Mourning the loss of deep purple sky