The one good thing about hell
Was that Stephen wished me well 
And could see the light underneath
The ghost with the sheet 
Around her head 
(You know the one I got from the bed)
In the place with no name
Because the memory brings shame 
Upon my family
So I’m not allowed to mention it, we
Did it, it was a collective decision 
And I risk their derision 
If I reveal 
That I feel 
Just fine 
About my time 
In St. Pat’s mental institution 
It was some kind of a convolution 
In my degree 
Why does life have me down on one knee
Proposing to a saint
In the colour of blood that I paint
As it runs down the frame 
Of the place that brought me pain