Gears keep spinning out of control,
The heat burning my brain pan.
I'm still yelling let the madness roll.
Tonight I know I'm just some sham.

Tomorrow's rays might reverse that view,
re-charging the juices, Creativity new.
But for the moment, just let all me burn,
You'll see in the end it all does return.

Blazing blue fire trace tip toe in veins,
Pumping my blood, Blood blackest ink.
Shape the words carefully, the gift of my brain,
Send out this message, this emotional link.

I am a poet, of this I am sure.
Unfortunate, this disease has no cure