Dementia

Reclused in the corner of the chamber

The annoying kicks on the walls won't stop, am I turning dement.

And now those walls are starting to split, leaving an empty dark void

I tried to aim at the spot with the flashlight of my phone, trying to decipher.

But nothing could be done, it was gloomy, tenebrous, obscure...

I'm scared, now this giant shadow has entered the room, standing idle

I can feel my blood, the same one that paints the walls, soaring around my corpse.

Now it's outpouring from my mouth... and my chest felt heavy and cold

The walls started to wobble, the room was distorting.

My head hit the ground, and here I am laying

Laying in my blood, with my body torn

This omnipotent shadow now remains silent.

But I can hear something reeking...someone's calling me..."Mr Kris Mr Kris!"

Oh, its just the nurse bringing me my pills...and she wore her little pink bow tie today !