Boredom

This is my nineteenth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena.

This is a sonnet about how destructive boredom can be

The music I have chosen is The Buzzcocks' "Boredom" from their "Spiral Scratch" EP

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Boredom Ossifies Turns Thoughts To Stone

What Was Once Your Flesh Now Turns To Bone

Once You Could Move But Now Statuesque

Your Blood Now Is Gone, You Are Grotesque

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Boredom Stopped You Dead, Right In Your Tracks

Your Body Now Is Your Soul’s Stone Casque

You Want To Scream Your Body Is Dead

Your Mind Is Still Here, Life Force Is Bled

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Boredom Killed You, It’s Yours Forever

A Life Of Pain, Salvation Never

Now Nothing Will Change, Always The Same

Boredom Made You Lose This Deadly Game

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You Are Nothing Now Your Self Is Gone

But The Pain Stays Burning On And On

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