Thoughts of Boredum_(Underscore)

No matter how much time you kill
The soul doesn’t seem to fill
Pleasure and lust, lost to one’s will
Weighing down beneath, the coldness instill
Hazy memories, lucid dreams
Shadows of darkness, nothing remains
Ambient lights, the only sight
To what extent do we deny such right?
Thoughts swirl, intermixing love and hate
Confusion, supression, apathy, fate
With unity thoughts collide
A singular notion, one must abide
What is life? What is nigh? What is blind?
Why is it weakness to be so kind?
Questions we ask ourselves nowhere to turn
Every moment is something to learn