Devilish inspirations

Invisible chains hold me down,

'Here, sit',

They say,

No matter how much I struggle and shout

 Agony,

They force my hand to hold the pen ,

Line after swift line,

They pressure me to write it all down,

The words in my head,

Which try to stay hidden,

Afraid of being spoken by strangers,

Touched by their fingers,

Prodding,

Poking,

From inside my brain,

The little monsters 

Want to be free again,

WARNING

Close to Overload,

Peep...peep...peep

'Doctor, we've lost her!'

They bellow in me ear',

I snap and shout back

"Shut it you twats,

I'm alive and kickin'

So don't pronounce

Me dead !...

Yet...

Soon I'll get my revenge!"

Author's Note

Don't you guys feel like you just have to sometimes sit down and write down your ideas no matter where you are or what you're doin'? I know I do :D
I even once woke up in the middle of the night 'cuz I dreamt of what to write :D
Weird how our brains work, isn't it? :)