The Drumming Heat

A crescendo of heat and power,
Course through this body-
Control it all- and beat my heart,
A drum without it's drummer.
Controlled by involuntary will,
This body-
Shaking, growing, thriving-
On thrill alone in a sick rush.
Like heated lust, burning away,
All good sense washed astray
By the heated powers-
On these beating drums.
No stopping-

No!
Stop...
Listen to me foolish temple!
Let go of this body,
This intoxicated feeling be gone-
The heat- the burning-
Joyous pain throbbing,
Almost masochistic in pleasure...
Stop...Don't over step,
Don't go over the uncrossable addiction...
It's time for this drummer,
To once again gain control.
In this inflamed body-
May the throes of fire cease.