The Boring and the Nameless

Let loose the dogs

let loose the birds

 let loose the lions

tamed

let loose the parakeets

and monkeys flying with wings chained

release the kraken 

jaws unhinged

murdering galore

but when the kitten stays inside

can one say nothing more?

So drab is the life of solitude

so drab the life of pain

the paint peels off the walls 

dreary

wheels upon a train

slime filled minds are wrought with scum

and grime

inside their petty time

the clock ticks by 

and nothing's real

and nothing is to gain.

Boring becomes nameless

and pointless becomes dry

life is death and

death is life

and dream is sleep and

sleep is dream

and sleep is breathe

and breathe is sleep

but maybe on another day

freedom will prevail.

but only when dropped is the veil

upon cold and lifeless

wasted face

crushed dreams

lost hopes

murmurs in a distant echo

into the void

into the abyss

and no one will remember

anyways.

So boring becomes nameless

pains upon names upon games

but no gains amongst the solitude

so kittens are to blame