More bored than shit, and shit is pretty boring.
It's that feeling again.
Like a dull ache in your bones, vibrating until the flesh is sore. A boredom so physical it's like a soft lob of gum in your mouth. A migraine grows like cancer from the movement of the mandible. As your teeth tear in it moves itself to your will. Succumbing to your command like a lover spreading her legs from ecstatic exhaustion. As the sweat breaks out on your forearms and the hairs stand on end you realize that your power trip is all for naught. The tumor's malignant. Strapped yourself sedentary. Don't you go trying to move now. Just sit back and feel the evergy you save(waste) ebbing off your skin. A radiation that sickens the giver and the reciever. Welcoming you to your future in that modern fashion of prematurity. Watch another reality show and let life's purpose be what they want it to be. It all doesn't matter anyway. Unless..unless they want them too. Then you'd put up a fight, you wasted man. Spin another tale of how it should've been, and give it to the ones who you'll rejoice if they just act like they care. The dull ache is fire. The boredom a pyre. RIP
Like a dull ache in your bones, vibrating until the flesh is sore. A boredom so physical it's like a soft lob of gum in your mouth. A migraine grows like cancer from the movement of the mandible. As your teeth tear in it moves itself to your will. Succumbing to your command like a lover spreading her legs from ecstatic exhaustion. As the sweat breaks out on your forearms and the hairs stand on end you realize that your power trip is all for naught. The tumor's malignant. Strapped yourself sedentary. Don't you go trying to move now. Just sit back and feel the evergy you save(waste) ebbing off your skin. A radiation that sickens the giver and the reciever. Welcoming you to your future in that modern fashion of prematurity. Watch another reality show and let life's purpose be what they want it to be. It all doesn't matter anyway. Unless..unless they want them too. Then you'd put up a fight, you wasted man. Spin another tale of how it should've been, and give it to the ones who you'll rejoice if they just act like they care. The dull ache is fire. The boredom a pyre. RIP