Two Parts Boredom, One Part Procrastination

Strike out into night,
Bright streets,
White walls,
Grey in blackness,
Ignorance the antonym of bliss,
For ignorance holds hands with death,
This ruler unbroken,
The inner facade of a just king,
Disobediance marches to an end in the blanket of night,
Laying,
Lieing,
Broken,
Breaking,
Bleeding
Dreams seep down the drain,
Silence...

Tears forced into submission by cold hard hands,
Before scarred,
Begging questions,
No answers...

The pinacle of empty discontent,
Pain of end, without soothe,
Fingers trace numbly,
"Are you listening!"
"Are you listening!"
"Are you?"

Why?

The blackness polished shines,
Hands recleansed, with blood,
The broken flower once again blooms,
Someday,

Someday?

Never...