The solid blue came through the window, signaling the time.
The horror-struck walls stepped back, the floor endured the line.
I stood upon the balcony, to shout with all my might.
That I am a solid, and make shadows in the light.
The light replied by blinding me, and did so very well.
A flash of gaseous silent screams, a visage into hell.
It struck my mind, and stayed inside, my eyes could not withstand.
That I am a human, and cannot bear a sight so grand.

Yeah, you know I'm bored when I start making poetry.

I have a better one:

There once was a duck, his name was Fred
I put him in the Toaster, and he cried
My Television doesn't like bean paste

Lol. Points for making me laugh Yamhelm, so I'll let this slide. But you really shouldn't spam.

I like your poem Rantent.