AHHHHH

Uh-oh
Endless scream day
Guess I should have known from the manic haze
that’s been haunting me. I’ll be unfazed
Till I break down, Prob’ly saturday
when I unwind- just a little slip
But like fishing line that’s been big-bit
Crazy un-reel, half-predicted
“What’s the matter, kid, ain't you hot shit?”
I’m a bug bomb: I’m the bugs too
Throw a Raid rave; Rival-boogaloo
Man must stand alone, Ants go two by two
Cry to dead space: “Tell me what to do!”
Nothing answers me, like I knew it would.
Just the endless scream in my own blood
Just the decibel-empty ever-flood
“Could you shut up!?”. Count the likelihood
that I catch up and get back ahead
from the puzzle-traps in my own bed
Sometimes think I’d rather be dead
Than keep fighting Schrodinger's Warhead