I want to write descriptive
Whispers from the night prior
That dance on my fingertips
Itching to burst out
On billions of sheets of paper
Playing tag from line to line

But the flow from this inspiration
Insists on inspecting the quality
Of letters leaping from my mouth
With such positivity
That I can’t possibly keep
Control of the ink that
Spills upon this page

So my hand continues movement
With remarkable motivation to complete
A work of art compiled of emotion
Whether it be from pain, pleasure, or
Pure adoration and the need
Dwelling inside my core like
Flames erupting, tickling the
Roof of the hearths mouth
Taunting to throw out threats in
Billows of smoke that will
Cause millions of heart s to melt

Still the skill I hold to move souls
Ceases to exist in the severity of all
Of everything in humanity
And all that is humane
When all I desire is to display
This dedication to this mission
To gain the momentum for all to
Hear my screams for salvation
To save me from
Myself.