Suddenly driven, Taken by the Impulse.
Compelled to act for fear I might convulse.
I pour myself like paint onto my task.
Mind rolling, Head reeling, what it is I do not ask.
chaos and confusion pours like fire from my fingertips.
Not even bothering to match the words uttered by my lips.
A beautiful asymmetrical logic emerges, Wading though chaos to form.
Spurring me on even more, Making my mind explode into fragments like a swarm.
My hands numb as my eyes blur, sound fades as the world catches fire.
Taken only by my one and completely singular desire.
Bringing forth creatures of bizarre design.
Is it madness? Is this my subtle sign.
But the chaos and fire are addictive, a sign I am still alive.
And i think to myself, I wonder what will happen next.