the opposite of writer's block

Lying awake when you're hungry
now that is truly
completely
scary
or at least just very
unpleasant especially
when you're unwillingly
seeping with creativity
even though you really
don't want to be
and you can hardly
even see
through eyes itching sleepily
but the words are just flowing easily
and i won't be able to sleep peacefully
before all the words have flown freely
but that could take infinity
I mean seriously
even my brain is yawning tiredly
but the words just continue effortlessly
maybe if i used words with less of a rhyming possibility
they would have gone by silently
                like orange
but i seem to be
Curled up comfortably
With my sleep's enemy
the curse of my identity
a disturbance with no entity
causing me
to lie in ongoing agony
could this possibly
just swiftly
stop
there
finally