This Mental Sentence - Graves at Sea

Blue dots to keep calm, flat-lined and compressed

Prescriptions open, the gates to my prison

Insert the IV, to be fed the cure

Upping the dosage, increase the fear

My life is a mess but my mind is pure

My pulse is monitored, to the sounds of machines

Existence has become, a monotonous routine

Symptoms to alleviate, placebos to control

The desired effect, the senss become dull

To deviat from the plan, is never encouraged

Expressed concern, an expected side effect

Awaken from nightmares, to be force fed dreams

Swallow the capsule, to satiate the hate