A Week - Psycore

Monday morning

Is not a point in time

It’s a punishment

For some forgotten crime

Tuesday came

As no surprise

Just to witness

My demise

Wednesday made

No sense at all

Spent thursday waiting

For night to fall

A week straight, a week bent

Extremely unpleasant

A week came, a week went

A week spent without intent

Don’t know why or what it meant

Friday passes

Slower than a stoned snail

Gave me gasses

Left a slimey trail

Saturday was soaked

In passive stress

In madness

In darkness

On sunday i realise

Only one day remain

Then i’m back

To monday again

A week meant to annoy me

A week sent to destroy me

A week lived, a week less

A week built on weakness

Omnipresent pointlessness

A bleak weak is not unique

A bleak weak, not worth exploring

A bleak weak is worth ignoring

A week lame beyond boring

Below depression is my norm

I’ve turned boredom into an artform

Therefore i quit before i start

I turn boredom into art