Psychosis Poem by Richard Lam

I am inside a room
I touch the walls
I stare at the ceiling
I stay like this for days
I look out the small window
I see stars and a crescent moon

I am inside a room
I touch the walls
I stare at the ceiling
I stay like this for weeks and months
I look out the small window
I see stars and a too pale moon

I am inside a room
I touch the walls
I stare at the ceiling
I stay like this as time goes on
I see shadows form and long moving things
I see creepy things
I hear scary sounds from other rooms
I hear strange voices in my room
I look out the small window
I see no more stars

I see more and more crimson moons