The Art of Poetry.
Shock Wave
© July 11, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Institutionalized for nothing that I did
They make me agree to lies
Then put electrodes in my head
50,000 volts pumping through my blood veins
They say it won’t hurt
But yet I feel the pain
Shock Wave – burning at my brain
Shock Wave – making me insane
They finally go a victim
The victim was me
There is no way that I can get them
Because I can not see
The smell of death is in the air
They say don’t worry but hell I’m scared
Shock Wave – there is nowhere to hide
Shock Wave – It’s eating my inside
It’s only electricity.