Homecoming - White Ward

Cornered by soft walls

Eviscerated by cure

I am just an empty shell

Straightjacket hugs me with love

Defending from my hands

Never lets me coming home

And only in feverish dreams

I lie in blood again

I hang myself again

At my home

Cold and white corridors

Blinking light, drugs on time

Sobs and moans behind the wall

Fill my uprooted soul

Unsteady shades from the scenes

Of all my ends in native home

They inspire me to fight for my death

To seek the path to my home

Syringe

Pull out

Drive it

Into his neck

And run away

Footfall and screams

Guards' broken arm

Laughter in wards

Howling alarm

Black branches and moon

Barking of dogs

Soon I’ll be gone

Soon I’ll be home

Soon I’ll be home…