A Second of Dementia
Just sitting in my room keying an open mic, here at the intro
I've have been feeling weird from the get go
Looked to my right as car lights appeared in window
Human hand prints began to form as if someone was climbing
My breath got foggy and the air turned to the coldest climate
Mental thoughts and pictures turned corrupt randomly
Scared emotions, frightened and beginning to construct insanity
My mind blacking out having electrical shortages
Blowing my fuse and unloading my mental storages
The evil, satanic faces downloading their features around my room
Fire crackers went off, and my surrounding began to go down in fumes
Burning every memory of past without a chance to reminisce a single moments stress
I was the symbol of broken sewn in on the spindle of hopelessness
But realizing this nimble opponent I knew I had to rekindle my focus
and stand up and take a chance without thinking of previous terrors
writers block in its stance and myself as the tedious mirror
I began to change the outlook of my writing to better form
Taking the poetic structure, and using the language of metaphors
because this whole time you thought I was rambling on around the downs of my life
but it was only the process of figuring out what to write
TBH I keyed this up quite quickly. Just felt like writing. Pardon any typo's or grammatical mistakes if there is any. I don't feel like proofing it at the moment.