I’m that fatal kind of bored
The kind where the world is silent but somehow screaming
The kind when all color is gone but painfully bright
The kind where I’m numb but shattering
The kind where I’m stuck in place but flying through the dark air
The kind where my breaths are too deep but I’m suffocating
The kind where life is overwhelming, purely overwhelming
The kind where I want to escape, but I need to stay
The kind that beckons from the black night but calls from the bright light above
The kind that is nothing but everything