Thread: When Bad News Come Around

The world is working on boring me.

Everyday is reckless and I can't stay busy,
I've been feeling a bit differently.

Walking downtown the train is rattling the
tracks, the people laugh and gossip happily.

This optimism is really starting to scare me.

The old men fight over chess. days are becoming
the same all around.

I'm sick of always dreaming,
and counting tiles on my ceiling.

The tremeble in my voice comforts
the banshee sitting in the corner of my
room at night.

I suppose it's easier if I come
quietly.