June Bug.
The gut wrenching scream
From the blood quenching dream
Comes quite frequent
When I’m spent
When I’m mentally frustrated
Emotionally decapitated
Pushed aside like debris
Thrown away with ease
Addicted to slammed doors
And self-inflicted wars
Proud owner of one hell of a lack
Where the trip to hell and back
Has become a daily commute
Done in a frailly suit
Donned with a bleak expression
That reeks of depression
Ambitiously void of gain
Viciously annoyed with pain
Handed down to choose
Stranded down a noose
I don’t care, shot followed with a scream
This is a nightmare, not a dream
Merely sedated
Clearly frustrated
I just wanna get high
And give this noose a try