A/N ~ This isn't a dark poem, but I made this for a competition, and thought 'Hey! Why not post it here?' Anyway, it had to be a poem on boredom, so yeah. Enjoy!

Just the Same Old Thing

It's just the small old thing

The same old screams

Nothing ever changes

A stab here,

A stab there

Nothing ever changes

Life of a so-called crime

Is oh-so boring

You think everyday is a blast

But that feeling will likely come last

It's just the same old thing

The same old screams

This life isn't wonderful

To be honest,

It's a bit dreadful

I thought the joy of killing

Would be amazing

But it's just the same old thing

The same old screams

It gets boring

And I never get that feeling

As if I am soaring

Maybe I should move on

Seeing as though everything I do

Is wrong

Maybe the same old thing

And same old screams

Are not worth my time

Yes, yes

They aren't worth my time

The only thing that can now be done

Is to pack up my bags and run

Run from the same old thing

The same old screams

Because nothing ever changed

Nothing ever changed