• Hidden by the with curtain.
    Lights flickering overhead.
    Yes, It's a hospital.
    The people are kind, the environment is not.

    Heat seeking needles, with a bounty on your arm.
    Holding pain and numbness
    Waiting to seep into your body

    Scalpels to slice you open
    Stitches to hide the pain
    And bandages to cover it up

    Blue and white pictures reveal what's inside of you
    No secrets can be kept from that vicious blue
    Not what you eat
    Or do

    But they can make you tell them

    Wealth is a factor here
    The poor aren't treated
    The rich are given suites
    That's where "the world isn't always fair comes in"

    I am saying good-bye
    As I am being injected
    I hope I wake up...