Trapped in this mundane yet mentally abusive place
Everyday deteriorating evidence shows on my face
No escapes except for closing my eyes
But, they're always opening just to find a surprise
Distress and mayhem are the daily activities
However, I always end up catching the depression disease
The virtual Hell absorbs all emotions except for negatives
Which is why it punishes me with repetitives
Day-to-day doom is in every room with no chance of joy to bloom
The guard is a mental destroyer
And head Doctor is the sick, silent voyeur
They both watch as my fading bliss crumbles into a dried up soul
My days in the asylum will forever take its toll
