I. Sirens ring out as warnings amongst the patients of the ward. Now the world will end in a firey apocalypse. They've found me out for the bad I am and now I must suffer. I walk from room to room looking for the grim reaper; a nurse finds me and tells me that the fire alarm will be shut off soon.
II. God is bringing me warnings to never visit this place again. She's an old lady and has been here for a long time. The apocalypse is coming sooner than I thought.
Another from the poems I'm writing about my mental breakdown/ psych ward hospitalization. I was delusional, so I thought the apocalypse was coming. It's so crazy, looking back on it, but it seemed so real at the time.