red on the floor
Hear the one about the guy?
He woke up and felt alive,
but drowned by the ward.
He found his way outside,
steady in his mind,
and for the first time he could show...
He went down to the workers shack
and he never came back.
He closed the door behind,
and one hand at a time
slid them across the table,
and metal through bone,
and red on the floor,
that was his vision,
and he spoke clearly of his sanity,
Am I better off dead?
Are you slipping away?
Are you?
Am I steady today?
Are you finding your way?
Are you?