Mundane, monotonous days
That I waste away,
Always looking through a haze.
In a daze, with no emotions on my face.
Without a trace of consciousness in my eyes.
Absent of the sparkle,
That signifies I'm alive.
I only know that I live because I wish to die.

Monotonous, mundane days
That I struggle to get through,
Even though it's the same
As yesterday,
And all the days before.
Awakening to a play
In which I have to perform.
I'm just a robot programmed to act,
Like a human being with his life intact.

-SLuR