Sleep should be my refugee
But anger is my wasteland
Half nightmare half black harbor
Dark liquid coal stirring my soul
Taking my light hearted temperament
And trading it in for its furious friend
Breaching the ****** birth canal
Ripping my insides out
Such a betrayal of trust
So sick of this slick ****
Twisted people trying to turn me over
I walk away with broken stiches
And a bile filled stomach
While they walk away
Thinking their stinking bowls
Are dandelions and sunshine
They are all fine but my mind
Becomes an echo of old scars
A deep familiar tunnel
That I have to struggle
To drive back out in
To find the daylight again