pills blow up my mouth
i refuse to swallow
firm grip around my neck
i refuse to listen
 
threats and admonitions
recoil on my armor
king of this facility
i discharge pills
shout with blood in my mouth
 
four hands on my shoulders
two legs locked
one clean floor on my chin
three hags on my back
 
achromatic room
with colored bulp
shine a light on my sedated body
the belt tightens my stomach
i want to go home