Bored beyond imagining

Depressed beyond fathoming

To the depths of my soul.

I hide in a horrible hole

Never to see the light of day.

A self-imposed exile,

Wasting slowly away while

I pull myself ever further

With zeal and determined fervor

Into greater darkness and decay.

The irony is it's easier than

Draconian relationships can

Be most or all of the time.

That is the reason why I'm

Descending into black and gray.

Along the broken craggy path

Of relationships is crouching wrath

Waiting at all wrong turns

To give you permanent burns.

If only I knew what to say...