Never mind the bitter taste 
Of fear and concrete bustle
Try to recall without haste
flexed poetic muscle
Now you might remember when
Words flowed quick with ease
sweet shining phrases
filling pages
Fine verse no one to please
Yet pleasure found its home in you
while writing random words
the simple joy of finished verse 
But change comes on odd breeze

Next thing you knew  your pen ran dry
That favored writers staff
Your muse left home despite wept cries
hurt by disdainful laugh

She told you things no one should hear
How without her the world grows dim
Confused and falling grim
No showers of inspire words
To vent creative urge
Only dry hot gasping wind
commercials on TV 
Suggest you might need 
Pretty pills whose side effects include symptoms that lead
To fatal episodes of fear you may feel cold and weak
Then your face will freeze that way expressing doubt and shame
Thoughts of carnage  gory visions dismember your mind
If these occur don't eat grapefruit avoid the light of day
Dark night of soul could grip your heart thickening blood turned cold
Hunger for nonfood items may twist your belly tight
Images of your fresh corpse cooling through that night
Unfound until decay rot smells cause neighbors to complain
In drug wracked mind neighbors unkind comments on the stench
Cause one last mortal tear to ooze down frozen cheek
But benefits of pretty pill you are the one folks seek
To share good times serve plates of food warm laughter in a group
Your friends will stop avoiding you , Your children will not scream
How they don't want you smelly dead  please take your pretty pill
Adjusting to the new improved foul ruin of your mind
Consider gleeful laughter as you murder suicide
Cornered by authorities your gore encrusted face
Can only grin at tortured end of muses gross disgrace
Cops open fire use thirty rounds of ammo well practiced technique kills
She left you with the big screen on still selling pretty pills
Such grisly visions come and go while mortal mind adjusts
To pretty pill soul management by names you're trained to trust
If only she had not just left you drooling on your chest
You might have worded your demands to sound like a request
Please help me find a certain phrase to fit unfinished verse
Not come here bitch and fix this shit you made
Or fuck you and your curse
Without her whispered eloquence
Bright guide subconscious mind
You might as well just take the pill
A certain hell consigned