Boredom

Is it weird to wonder
If there' s not one real thing
In all this in front of my stupidity?

Still hard to get the point
Of what I hear all of them tell
Awsome fine words, civilized and cruel.

Falling asleep while staring at their mouths
Opening and closing like chewing poisonous thistles.

I just wish they really were those.

Hopefully one day I'll be watching them
First paralyzing, losing the ability to control their muscles,
Then sweetly slowly fading out of this reality.

Maybe then they' ll finally shut up.