Atrocity Looking for patterns in the ceiling Find some, finding none. None is some, and some is a lot, A face staring back at me All night I see you The clown haunting my dreams. Shrieks and shrills Screaming wills I find the wall talking back Am I sane or am I broken Is this all but a dream. The wall whispers atrocities Terrible things. 8/8/21 – Andy McRae