monday morning
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is not a point in time
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it's a punishment
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for some forgotten crime
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tuesday came
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as no surprise
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just to witness
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my demise
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wednesday made
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no sense at all
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spent thursday waiting
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for night to fall
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a week straight, a week bent
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extremely unpleasant
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a week came, a week went
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a week spent without intent
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don't know why or what it meant
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friday passes
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slower than a stoned snail
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gave me gasses
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left a slimey trail
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saturday was soaked
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in passive stress
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in madness
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in darkness
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on sunday i realise
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only one day remain
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then i'm back
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to monday again
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a week meant to annoy me
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a week sent to destroy me
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a week lived, a week less
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a week built on weakness
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omnipresent pointlessness
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a bleak weak is not unique
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a bleak weak, not worth exploring
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a bleak weak is worth ignoring
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a week lame beyond boring
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below depression is my norm
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i've turned boredom into an artform
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therefore i quit before i start
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i turn boredom into art
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A Week
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Psycore |