Without A Tongue

Like trying to talk without a tongue. Im an old school punk. Among the young  They knew it was wrong. One day youll see what its like to be unstrung, sunk the cigarette smoke. It staind ,stunk, youll feel undone. I rememeber when it begun on the run. In a race against the ever still hung sun. I rememeber when it was fun to get spun. Now all I try to avoid is looking down the barrel of my gun. One by one each chamber gets occupied. How do you monopolise homicide from suicide? There is no reoccuppied apologise. I heard mama cry as the paramedics arrived. I looked at the clock beside me. It said next time there is no rewind or pocket guide for coming back from suicide. If you live, It was just a plannee homocide.  I was disqualified when the cops arrived. Once again I become another criminal whose mental disorder gets knocked aside. Instead I get stripped of all my emotions and get put on Olanzapine.