Sunday night I feel the tension Of Monday morning apprehention My mental health needs some attention I take pills for pain and hypertension They say it is prevention But it’s my private contention That they’re killing my expression But who am I to question? So I commit an indiscression And triple my ingestion So I don't care Tuesday comes in blurred succession Colors fade to gray impression I’m a ghost in my own possession Trading fire for cold compression Friends all send their good intention Texts that die without progression But the silence is aggression Eating holes in my reflection So I pour another session Chase the quiet with obsession Till I don’t care
