night children in the psycodelic hospital

so
as we all lay in these sheets
days going days coming
were screaming for some release some wake upcall from these melting minutes.
all in here for our mistakes
and this life has made us angry angry
and as the night slowly fades
on and on these seconds play
and the nurses peer into these windows
to catch us still awake
crying in these sheets
reading the words etched into the wood
this is better than home.