Hell in the hallway

That is an old poem Written by Aldo Kraas

Somewhere between the nightstand and my nightmare

Empty vials of pills meant to balance chemicals work against me

Like a bible verse written in love but used for hate

There's side effects that are unintended

Even the best of intentions can kill the innocent

Civilian casualties from a liberated country

Sometimes things both work while causing pain

Like using a sledge to hammer in a pin

My hands shake, but I guess that keeps me from holding knife

So I stay stuck, in the middle, uncertain, in the dark

They say when one door opens another one opens

But it's hell in hallway