Boredom, blood, and bones to pick

condensation on my diner window has me lost within a drip-drop paradox, fallen further than this high I’ve found this morning jobless, hopeless, feigning forms of flawless thought that’s like no other how have I found so much comfort within these walls of dull fluorescence? take me down where wild things play so I can witness something more than my forsaken endless night that never finds the sun awake but this may take awhile this may hurt a little this may take my disillusion and crumble up my needless want finding flightless foreign tongues I kept a heaven to myself for no one deserves this contrition no one has to be like this no one should ever bleed like this secreting needful apathy eviscerating inner ties do you read me? am I coming through? I hope so I hope so