The room was a dull shade of grey
It was decently sized
With a mirror on the wall
They were always watching me
I could feel their eyes
As they studied me
No more drugs
Please no more pain
Don't test that on me
Don't corrupt my brain
The three men were bigger than me
She would follow them in
With the daily syringe
There was no escape for me
Once she'd inject that in me
They could take me away
Another trip
Of terror and pain
As they'd do tests on me
Over and over again
Bastards!
Strapped into this bed
With machines and lights all around me
My mind spins off again and again
As my vision blurs and frays
I journey into another bad trip
Induced by their new batch of tests
I know they're staring at me
Watching their beeps and flashes
Studying the effects of the drug, and reactions
To externally induced stimulation
Caused by shock, pain, or some other means
I can only imagine in my pseudo-conscious state
All the while, the usual voice from nowhere
Reassuring me that this is for my own good
And the benefit of all mankind
Let me out!
I'm drifting away
Will I wake to
Another test day?
I'm not a number
I'm a human being
Don't test that on me
Just let me go free!