Boredom

Rabid day mixed with mild night,
isnt black, red, blue nor white.

Each color is achromantic.

Every one is heartless and frantic.

Because destiny is unfair shark.
(brings stress and seasons dark)

Hopes, aims, demands and skills -
smashed yesterday in merciless mills.

In streams of life, ending in death cadence,
There is no asset nor precedence,
my yore, present and future is faulty.

Men of the jury found me guilty.

Devoid of claims for pleasure & love,
I suffer inside saved heart repleted with sorrow.

Self-abusing last piece of soul during punishment.

Cant find any comfort in this enjoyment.

Voices without tones in quiet discussion,
are nervecells finding the final solution,
and its better to be deaf, dumb, blind and kind,
whatever will wear off.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Like backmost outcast who died in lack of food.

Blood seal up with death the brotherhood.

Rescue is slight.

Rescue isnt suicide.

This venomed world is mini playground,
you give your love to anyone whos around.

With no feelings, no desires, only remorse.

Everything turn to be deadly monotonous ...

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