Testo di A Week

monday morning is not a point in time it's a punishment for some forgotten crime tuesday came as no surprise just to witness my demise wednesday made no sense at all spent thursday waiting for night to fall a week straight, a week bent extremely unpleasant a week came, a week went a week spent without intent don't know why or what it meant friday passes slower than a stoned snail gave me gasses left a slimey trail saturday was soaked in passive stress in madness in darkness on sunday i realise only one day remain then i'm back to monday again a week meant to annoy me a week sent to destroy me a week lived, a week less a week built on weakness omnipresent pointlessness a bleak weak is not unique a bleak weak, not worth exploring a bleak weak is worth ignoring a week lame beyond boring below depression is my norm i've turned boredom into an artform therefore i quit before i start i turn boredom into art