Asylum

It’s sunny now, It seems so cheery. But, oh, inside Is so so dreary. The bell tower rings, At quarter past one. The bell ringers job Is not done. It rings for death, It rings for disease, It rings for time. It rings for escapees. The officials exclaim, “Nothing’s wrong! Why do you ask?!” His words are slurred. He takes a swig from his flask. Once you’re in, You get swallowed. You feel unsafe. You’re being followed. Please, please help. I'm living in hell. I hear a ring. It’s from the bell! My friends are dying, I can barely speak. These doctors don't care. Dominique, Dominique.