Two, four , six, eight,
On a scale of one to ten,
I am asked to rate depression;
I do not feel...
Just commanding thoughts and voices
Who gave me orders to harm myself
Causing this place of bedlam
To be my destiny.
Two , four, six, eight,
I count, dear god,
Save my soul-
If I have one,
As I breathe in oxygen from a rubber mask.
The IV drips, drips and drips steadily
Silencing gradually
As I drift off to sleep...
I soon awaken in
An altogether different room,
My throat is dry and parched,
Not having been moistened for twelve hours past.
My gut is gnawing inside for food.
As my thirst is delightfully quenched
By sips of chilled ginger ale,
I am thankful for some peace of mind....
Two, four, six, eight-
Ten months later, once again, I lay upon a
Cold metal table
With electrodes glued to my scalp.
The IV drips so ever faintly
As I breathe in oxygen,
Shock is induced to my brain...
As I drift off to sleep,
I beg to god, save my soul
As I count- Two, four, six eight...
On a scale of one to ten,
I am asked to rate depression;
I do not feel...
Just commanding thoughts and voices
Who gave me orders to harm myself
Causing this place of bedlam
To be my destiny.
Two , four, six, eight,
I count, dear god,
Save my soul-
If I have one,
As I breathe in oxygen from a rubber mask.
The IV drips, drips and drips steadily
Silencing gradually
As I drift off to sleep...
I soon awaken in
An altogether different room,
My throat is dry and parched,
Not having been moistened for twelve hours past.
My gut is gnawing inside for food.
As my thirst is delightfully quenched
By sips of chilled ginger ale,
I am thankful for some peace of mind....
Two, four, six, eight-
Ten months later, once again, I lay upon a
Cold metal table
With electrodes glued to my scalp.
The IV drips so ever faintly
As I breathe in oxygen,
Shock is induced to my brain...
As I drift off to sleep,
I beg to god, save my soul
As I count- Two, four, six eight...