Writing again

I used to write poems and songs all the time. They've never been any good but I would write them. And as I've been laying in bed alone for a while looking at what headphones I should buy (sigh. My phone and headphones broke the same day) I suddenly felt I should write. So here's the result...started at around 11:25 and ended at 11:36 PM. I never know what to name my stuff. But this is it. Hope you enjoy...at least a little bit. Hope you don't think it's too terrible. Have a great day!

The writers and the artists have a room that they share
There's fixtures on the ceiling but the walls are all bare
The passerbys get caught up in their magical snare
To a place they've never been
The colors are all twisted and the mic is on mute
Burning through the sun they seek the heaven sent truth
Pages after pages of a lost wasted youth
And a backpack of regrets

I've never wanted more than what I had before
Until my mind became alive with dancing flames
The pain

Rescued by a satellite of infinite strength
Dusted off my sneakers and I checked out her tank
Been running on the fumes and so we left for the bank
And the money rolled right in
The blessings of a power that I've never beheld
The world the poets carved was just a cheap dirty hell
These feelings never witnessed filled my heart's outer shell
And my brand new life began

I saw the outer rim; the flickered fire within
The soul that loved enough, others felt was too much
We brave the cave
We're saved