Existing on a plane of insanity
I rabidly but rapidly let go of my humanity
The cannibalistic nature of my writing utensil devours the page
Bleeding out incessant knowledge as if I was a sage
Frustration, aggravation matters not to my location
Obligation, violation only blatant confrontation
I scribble, then I scratch, then I claw thru the paper
The destruction of a sheet not stronger than a wafer
I frantically embark on a journey thru the words
Shockwaves can be heard from the sands to the birds
Increasing in intensity, the notebook burns
Hurricanes now surge these volcanic terms
Explosions now blinding, I'm too mad to think
That this whole entire time...
My pen had no ink...