Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Not a Thing To Do

Boredom fills my body,

Nothing to do,

No reason to live,

Pace

Back and forth,

Dial a number,

Hang up,

Drink drink drink

Till there is nothing left

In my soul;

 

Boredom kills

It shall be my death,

My gravedigger,

And my coffin

Where I am to remain

For what feels like

Eternity. 

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