The Big Sleep

The Big Sleep The beginning of suicide begins with sense of Life tiredness, there is a French word for it “deja vue” a sense that it have happened before A nice word to use when impressing someone, but life weariness is when there is no morning glory and watering flowers in the garden is a duty and not an act of tenderness Books are left unread we already know the ending If it is a good writer Love turns into routine like and old dog that farts And we have stopped noticing because the morning Hurt your old eyes as it always does. We like to enter into the realm of nothingness Slate not written on and the only way To hasten the boredom is to help it along, but we Continue to live as it is the only thing we know.