Bored of breathing

I m bored of my moods
of logic that defies reason
things I feel when I ought to think
fake happiness concealing my inside demon
Of ghosts that haunt my nights and sleep
and sleep that cries for attention and peace
Demands coming to nought and
insipiration getting rotten
of decaying thoughts
and the promises forgotten
of death that kills life slow
and of life that makes death glow
Songs melodic but with stolen tunes
and the money that don't fill my hollowness june
I am tired of things reaching a dead-end
of talent that cant proceed after a point
of a wait for rapture
and of soothing morning light
I am tired of boredom
and of loss of purpose
am tired of running
for things that don't matter
I am bored of feeling sad
for people who are obsessed to win
of the blindness that win brings
and the loss of breath as life swings !!