Alone he sits in his padded cell,
All alone in his private hell.
All alone in that padded cell,
His own personal place in hell.

There is no window; no door,
All he can do is pace the floor.
No control over day or night,
The unseen warden controls the light.

Nightmare thoughts invade his head,
Inwardly screaming; i`m the living dead.
Arms strapped to his side,
Depriving him of his own suicide.

By Jim Noond.