The curse of eternal life
Would be, watching
Every one you love, die
...and she felt like
Her bones were buried
In her body
Unapologetically
Apathetic
She had eaten eons,
Watched the ends
Of millions of clocks’ lifetimes
Snorted the rust of their
Idle hands, dead still
In the blank stare
Of their concentric silence
She wanted to cease
This void existence,
For boredom was
Her ultimate torture
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
The curse of eternal life
Would be, watching
Every one you love, die
...and she felt like
Her bones were buried
In her body
Unapologetically
Apathetic
She had eaten eons,
Watched the ends
Of millions of clocks’ lifetimes
Snorted the rust of their
Idle hands, dead still
In the blank stare
Of their concentric silence
She wanted to cease
This void existence,
For boredom was
Her ultimate torture