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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Gothic · #791044
Another Poem about my memories of SASH
Screams from all directions,
sounds ringing in my ears.
They bring me to attention,
and confirm all my worst fears.

This place is full of gloom,
with spooky padded walls.
Inside this Quiet Room,
cold cruel darkness falls.

Metal bars on my door,
screams from the other room.
Noises in the corridor,
soft sweepings of a broom.

Soon soft drips of blood.
My nose does bleed it seems,
as the floor begins to flood,
with blood like in my dreams.

The screams from my bed.
Screams coming from the floor,
the screams in my head,
and outside of the door.

The voices in my head,
cold, and dark, and cruel,
make me wish I were dead.
Yes, it makes me look a fool.

My wish will be granted.
For soon enough,
in the ground I'll be planted.
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