The Engine of My Madness

The engine of my madness running
Choked by the smoke and mechanical roar
My voice small
And i am dimmed
What fuel feeds these roaring thoughts
The burning metal scent of them
Too hot to hold
Yet
Seared on or in
My flesh

The engine of my madness burning
Hatred words that pierce and screw
Rivets welding bone to bone
Skin thick grease flows thru
Crouching down and cramped up
In a dark tank anger pumped
In and percolating hole
Orifice nostril pore
Opens to drip the sweat sweet thru

Hot metal exhaust
Hot metal sear
Hot hot hot it hurts

The engine of my madness running
I need to sleep but ache
Fever is a friend of friend
Sometimes it does not pay to ask
You might hear the truth
Disturbed serenity
Crack crank case
Unforgiveness forged in iron
Sorrow set in steel
Wheels spinning wheels

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