Waiting Room

Staring down the wall before me The neutral colors staring back Who knows how long I've been here The first few centuries all seem to blend together I've asked them to let me out I begged I pleaded Nothing seems to matter anymore "When you're ready, you can leave" I don't know how I got here And I can't quite remember why All I know is that I've read all of the dateless magazines nearby “When you’re ready, you can leave” Tell me, what the hell does that mean?! Day after day, pill after pill Each more difficult to swallow than the last Oh look, here come the white dragons now Finally come to cart me away 100… 200… no, 300 volts “She’s ready” And after, the walls don’t stare And their color not so bland The pearly dragons are consumed by men in white coats Who smile instead of sneer I’ll never forget that waiting room. I’ll never forget that shock.