Play Time

Boredom is a demon in disguise,
I lie around doing nothing
As it slowly brings me to a depressive low.

My mind has nothing to focus on
Or play with,
I feel restless and drained,
So my mind finds its own games.

My mind twists itself all about,
Goes to war with itself
And eats itself away.

The only thing to ease this dreadful boredom
Is drag myself into utter insanity,
Drown inside my own head
So my mind feels more entertained,

Despite that my depressive low
Has only become much lower in the end.