Sitting In My Room

A poem i wrote 11 days ago.

Sitting in my room My lights slowly start to fade This nightmare stained mind of mine Will forever be a maze A maze of un-deciphered Complicated, spontaneous thoughts Quickly loaded into the chamber The brain ill pull the trigger on this pad of paper To get my soul upon A newer height, a newer light Something bright and not dull These are all some things Somethings inside Please, dont enter my skull For the visions are real They are as real as can be Until my lights slowly start to fade And i can no longer see Sitting in my room