This is my monologue of monotony,
The soliloquy of my solitude.
In a state of perpetual boredom,
I meditate on my current attitude.
Presently, I stand behind a partition
That separates me from society.
Like a recluse, I’ve been cast away
For willingly giving in to anxiety.
I’m determined to surrender to this
Isolating, yet comfortable zone.
I’ve conformed to the reasoning
That I’m better off left alone.
In all my loneliness, I cause myself
Emotional pain by my own volition.
My perspective on life is beyond repair,
In the ending stages of demolition.
Like a cavity, I’m decaying away
In this self-generated corrosion.
Like a bomb, I’m counting down
The seconds until my explosion.
I’ve distanced myself from the world
And I've hid myself behind this veil.
When I uncover my face, I see how
My complexion has become so pale.
If you reach out to check my pulse,
You will find I’ve lost my vitality.
My lifeless corpse is all that remains,
But in the end, I'm just another fatality.