Padded Rooms

May 25, 2011
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Screams fill the air
Stay trapped between four walls
Yellow paint flaking off
Slender shadows stuck to them
They scream
Their screams aren’t for an escape
There is nowhere to go
They scream for a rush
To nerve the ones out of reach
The ones they daydream about
The tease only feeds the rage
As they scream, they laugh
One by one dies
The last standing
Could never be satisfied

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