My eyes popped out in overwhelming exasperation; my sockets dancing restlessly on the floor, 

My lips distorted themselves to incomprehensibly horrendous contours; biting themselves satanically as the moon blossomed to a perilously sinister glow, 

My hair stood up like thunderbolts of stringent electricity; blazing fireballs of despondency towards the sky, 

My fists curled into an insurmountably formidable punch; aching to thunderously batter arid wisps of breeze painstakingly blowing around, 

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my friends; when we just don't have; anything to do.

 

My sweat dribbled down in cyclonic frenzy; proliferating by the unfurling minute; into fathomless oceans clashing against the walls of nothingness, 

My teeth locked themselves in an immortally peevish embrace; chattering countless times in an indefatigable search for spurious solace, 

My skin developed boundless goose bumps of profound disdain; shivering incessantly in the inexplicable trauma lingering in placid air, 

My ears heard a volley of sounds which were entirely non-existent; kept inexorably iterating tunes which hovered countless feet beneath the graves, 

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my friends; when we just don't  have; anything to do. 

 

My yawn reverberated more diabolically than the demons; as I tossed unrelentingly on my lackadaisically strewn four poster bed, 

My shadow fluttered miserably in the domains of hell; shrinking its robust proportions to more inconspicuous than an ant; in its quest for treading on the

unexplored, 

My eyelashes withered ferociously towards unruly soil; wanting to rejuvenate themselves thoroughly in the fabulously rain soaked mud, 

My throat blurted a myriad of obnoxiously hoarse tunes; permeating through the realms of normalcy with its relentlessly hysterical shrieking, 

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my friends; when we just don't have; anything to do. 

 

My stomach belligerently puked out foul matter from the inner most recesses of my intestines; contracting to as thin as an infinitesimal whisker; struck by body blows of mind-boggling desperation, 

My fingers scribbled an unfathomable battalion of nonchalantly incoherent literature; swished menacingly to emboss the most hideously invidious forms in loose sand, 

 

 

My neck swirled in infinite directions as the clock ticked; profusely confused by the happenings that unleashed themselves in the surrounding, 

My heart sank all its beats in my acrimoniously pointed boots; my breath and soul searched frantically for the paths on which the Sun austerely shone in its fiercely flamboyant shine, 

I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my friends; when we just don't have; anything to do.