I got lost in June
Submerging myself in song lyrics
And hiding behind cigarette smoke
A sadness swept over me
One like I'd never known
I loathed the universe for playing unfair
Angry tension devoured my inner thoughts and thus I discovered such a thing as writers block.
When the pen no longer fit my hand I gripped what was left of the sunset and refueled my soul.
Unable to find satisfaction, I closed my eyes
Waking up sometime mid July.