Another night, my room and I
Why are the walls closing in?
Am I under the spell or influence
Of that miracle drug in my vein?
Need no needles, tubes or ember
I just injected ink on paper
Then flowed the magic medicine
Which bred a fiery urge within

Fantasies kept secretly deep
Mental euphoria slowly creep
Outside the boudaries of reality
Command my hands to artistry
I'm about to make a crime scene
Execution of rhymes with rhythm
Verses run wildly unstoppable
Words of a mad man undeniable.

The red webs nesting my iris
While I stare the empty white,
Kaleidoscoping imagery enigmatic
In my mind confused and chaotic
Cannot pause for a drink or ****
Masterpiece I shall finish this
Still in my blood, will always be
This lingering lust for poetry.