Sonnet 2
The madness is coming in close
The padding on the walls is surrounding you
The jacket you are wearing is white as snow
You hear voices calling for you
Shadows are now rising, filling the room
Hands start grabbing you from underneath
Cries of despair start to fill the room
Tears fall and flood from beneath
You then start to panic and scream as if you had seen a ghost
Laughter now surrounds you with
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