Blank face
lank hair
no worries
no cares
no probs
sit and stare
brain dying?
Unaware
Tv channel
Flick it on
Fragments bleeding
Pumping strong
Gushing boredom
Dripping wrong
Watching waiting
To belong
Kill the sickbox
Start the brain
Make it strong and loud and free
Take it make it hate the boredom
cut its throat and watch it bleed
Blackness drain from inside eyelids
Feel the neurons start to fire
Fleeing cross the midscape skyline
Sparks from boredom’s funeral pyre
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