On the fierce windy night
I took some psychic pills to sleep
(This- was-long time ago)
On my lonely bed, I lie
Looking at the ceiling
I see hands wigging and fighting
And trying to touch me
I feel they are trying to convey a message
But I was like a drunk person
I closed my eyes
I pretended nothing happened
I open my eyes again
It is true, nothing happened
The ceiling was clear
I tried to remember what I saw
And then suddenly
String Fire inflammation in my ceiling
Fighting and trying to burn me
I feel it is trying to convey a message
But I was like a drunk person
I thought this was a haunted house
I went through the door, harmless ghosts staring at me
With feet that make no sound upon the floors
I meet them on the stairs
Along the hall, they come and go
Instantly,
A white bright light flashed in my eyes
I closed them
5-minutes passed
I opened them
I was trying to worry
“What a scary night?”
I saw the ceiling again
Worrying what is going to happen next
But it was only the reflection of wigging trees
I realised that all of this was due to the psychic pills
Those pills made me drunk
And I started imagining hand, eyes, fire
“What a scary night?”
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