Can’t you hear? See? I know you can, as I myself can hear and see,

The air is thick when they roam, I think I can no longer bear the sane,

A rat monster with fangs and nails,

Men wearing robes with a biting habit,

Pacing around back and forth in my room, leave now or nothing will remain in my veins,

The room I stay is a vacancy of wildness,

Five are missing whilst there are holes in the home of rabits,

Voices nagging me 24/7, am I going mad- No! I see them and so do they!

I voiced my pain and worries to them, I told them, “It is I who is sane!” Yet they still haven’t heard a word that can be digested,

Here I am…after awakening their annoyance and making them banish me to hell,

I sit still all night long, in a white room with only a mattress in the centre,

I see them…so do you.