This is kinda like a dark poem but it could be like a poem freestyle....i dunno its just something I did........

Demonic flashes, sights burned into my retna sickle like slashes. Pulse irregular, brain out lashes.
Spinal fluid leaking and body movement weakening.
Turned into the fetal position,
all thoughts of the opposition turned into a fiction composition. Evil has taken over, drunk like feeling, but I stay sober.
Burning of flesh leaves a strange odor.
Mixture and concoctions of truth serum in vapor form,
leave my brain cavities irregular, disconfigured and unable to perform.
Feelings of entrapment start to swarm,
comments from the chosen say he supposed to be hot, but he’s lukewarm.
He’s lost if he can’t conform.
But fuck that, embrace the darkness,
use the devilish thoughts to harness,
seems harmless at first…honest.
But the impact, is all on how you react, to the flashbacks……Thoughts are showered, enpowered visions are cowarded.
I tower over the terrain.
I reign both the norm and the strange.
Derrange feelings will never change.
Explain to me, why if it's so plain to see.
Ya'll won't let me be?