Vapid

Blah
that's how I feel
just blah

nothing shines like
it used to
nothing seems real
or worth it

everything is just
a waste of time
writing this is
a waste of time

time
the fucking clock
ticking in my
tired face

bland
everything
is faded
sapless, boring

I really do try
to see the blue
in the sky
nothing but chem-trails

everything is dead
one way
or another
a bleak existence

mine
all mine
sitting in silence
enjoying it

whomever said
misery
loves company
lied

I have this
contempt within
its starting to
change the colors of life

nothingness
everywhere
everything
colorless

lifelessly
living
in a
insipid world