Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25421326-20160803161938

The walls, the walls, the white padded walls,

closing in, closing in, the white padded walls.

The jacket, it tightens,

the room never brightens,

when you are within the white padded walls.

It was the man, the man in the suit,

the man in the suit, I say!

For he held the knife,

and he took the life,

and sent me right here, on that fateful day.

The next day they found,

the suit and the gown,

in the closet, where it had stayed.

And they shoved me in,

my vision would spin,

for I had condoned a sin.

And within the car,

and behind the cold bars,

the man in the suit gave a terrible grin.

The walls, the walls, the white padded walls,

closing in, closing in, the white padded walls.

They gave me a pill,

I felt rather ill,

I chose a nice meal,

my strength it had healed,

and I was released from the white padded walls. 