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.