Dew lay a blanket
On the grass carpet
With all in its place
Everything seems perfect

Past the wall lies condemnation
Between my toes, warm condensation
All bound in clean jackets.
Give us your arms, for your contemplation

Who would venture past the gate?
What could be there, lying in wait?
Minds unoccupied best not to ponder.
I've No hands to test a wall so great.

Medicate my weary head.
Straps sleep with me in bed.
Catatonia slips between sheets grips,
They'll think I'm only playing dead.