there is a good poem here, just the format that puts people off.

if it was rewritten as;

Sitting in a cold black room
Elvis shines from the corner
the pale white canvas shakes
the paint runs down
Cries From the artist
Escape she thought
it was a dream
crunch of whiteness in powder
sniffing down the power of Life
another few silver Strokes crossed
no pink canvas slate Moon
as it rips open heart races out
as if its caged
red paint spores off
the room spins rapidly
lights go dim lights come on
I'm in ER man
I almost didn't make it
sitting in a cold black room
I know I need to change

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Just a suggestion, this is art after all and there are no rules.