~I apologize in advance, this is rambling mostly.~
Boredom is the gift...

~Im not sure if this is a story or a poem, but...
Dear Citizen...

He sits there waiting
burned out and wondering...

Hearing the blood
as it drips down the wall...

You laugh,
I cry...

This blade
Solomn in its cold steel...

Broken toy, overused
overplayed and abused...

Cry for me
you creature of hatred...

You may think we are Pretenders and Actors
What we really are is worse...