So easily, slipping obsequiously
Comes ennui knifing through the darkened night
Torments me, turns into a troubled sleep
That swallows in the depths, withholds my sight.
There is just a plain, staid gloom that descends
Coils sleepily around my unlocked mind
And nestles, broken, my night peace it rends;
It is a tainted, horrid thing I find.
Yea the cold grip snuffles out my very soul
Leaves me snared, helpless in tired slumber,
Then begins to slice me, removing my Whole
Until, by dawn, I can no longer remember.
A plague on ennui that swiftly ensnares you;
Suffocation that must be broken Anew.